Though the children did not notice, at least not at first, but by the end of the play, the 'theater' was full of shadow stalker line warrior forms. And at the end, every last one stood up and applauded. Draiss would have, but was laughing far too hard to think, let alone applause. He had NEVER expected this, it was the kind of thing the others had bragged about eventually getting later, before that damn fortress. It took several minutes after the play, him shaking with pride and amusement, his head bowed, and knew if he was mortal he would have pissed himself from glee. As the shadow stalkers filed out, he waited, slowly getting control of himself, before he turned and mock glared at Daminor and Garrus. "So, how long have you two been writing that? And when does it get published or more importantly, why hasn't it already?"<br/><br/>He glanced back, making sure his constructs were out, before standing up and applauding, a wry and warm smile on his face, not the God of Choice, Orkenbane, the Sorcerer of Fire, or any of his other titles, but Draiss the father, as he viewed all the children in front of him as his offspring. "That was outstanding."