Draiss looked up, at the tongue, his eyes blank with shock from the wounds, before replying in a tongue as old, if not older. "Wounds of a faithful, begging for his story to be told. I have brought him home, now I will go to his, and return the damage done to him by the traitors ten fold. So I have spoken, so it shall be, and in his power."<br/><br/>He rolled over, and took a quick catalogue of the damage, before wincing, coming back to himself. "I have memories and a nightmare not of my own. Most are badly garbled, the death shock and incomprehension of the reason for the attack, or maybe for the attackers, have shatter his mind. I have a map, and a name of a plane. And I am going alone."<br/><br/>His oath was changing him, a young man, barely twenty, handsome and proud, hair bleached white by magic replacing him, and Draiss looked down at his body, before nodding. "Guess I am going wandering again. Get me supplies, and equipment of a twentieth level sorcerer and four level archmage. Not sure how much time between him dying and getting here, but I have no information on the plane, so going in blind. I leave in half an hour. Move."