"Could be worse. Didn't tell you how close the last major engagement with the beyonder agents was. Or that the other gods think I am a looney. And that BASIC representation of the political alliance situation fails to show just how many mortals are suffering because of it. Under my wings, you are protected from the worst of it, though a bit of fallout still breaks through, that circle the mages are still undoing in Dragon's Roost is evidence of that, but that is mostly because I offered to repay any injury tenfold and upped a level. The send one of my followers to the healers, I send ten of theirs to their god. Luckily, no one has been stupid enough to press that yet in any serious way, but I have a hunch it won't last much longer. But yes, that illusion right there shows why I need your sister's help with it. I can't keep it straight, and constantly have to check my notes before accusing someone of being allied with someone else. Tysinni keeps it mostly straight, which makes her much more useful than me in that arena. One of the many reasons I love her, truly."<br/><br/>He smiled softly to himself, his gaze distant, before shaking his head and snapping back to reality. "And now you know more than your father did. Also, we will be placing a single death squad construct on the plane at Dragon's Roost, and you can request it to preform its primary duties as an assassin if you feel the need. I do, however, reserve the right to tell you to go to hell, as there are certain other things, that I can't tell you, that will keep it from going. Consider it an offensively designed defensive counter. Or a weapon that can think for itself."