He rolled his eyes, before giving her a wry grin. "Thank you so much for your approval, it means so much to me. I will now sleep better knowing that you approve of something that I had to do, and accepted the end responsibility to keep it from happening again."<br/><br/>He turned back to the scale model, before suddenly realizing that the orc had been in a room nearly adjacent to the summoning room. He shook his head, before leaning back and looking at Inaola. "I am going to sit this one out, like a good, typical little windup god. Just like the rest of them. They all seem to flip out when I do something personally, so I am going to try and do things their way, just this once. Of course, it still won't please the hidebound conservatives that barely permit fire to their followers, but whatever."<br/><br/>He looked back at the model, before looking back at Inaola. "You are running this show, at least on the surface, tell me when and where the squads go in."<br/><br/>Four squads of line warrior type shadow stalkers were being prepared, with orders to kill any resistance, but to accept surrenders, and transport them to his abyssal plane for employment. The demons would likely enjoy working there then hear, he suspected. He would keep an eye on the fight, and only get involved if Inaola ended up in over her head.