The captive merely nods. "Very well. I shall wait."<br/><br/>The adventurers mostly arrive in smaller areas; less to handle the wounded, and more to assist the lost and confused, and, as such, have little contact with Draiss or his constructs.<br/><br/>The prisoner was still waiting patiently, though he'd gotten up to pace a bit, when Draiss finally arrived. He's a tall, well-built, attractive middle-aged human male, with neatly styled dark hair drawn back into a ponytail, and an even, trimmed beard, lacking sideburns. (http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/xanatos-steeple.jpg) He turns to Draiss, as he enters, giving him a slight bow. "I must admit, Archdragon, this is an impressive setup. Had I not been so... distracted, protecting my people, I might have constructed something similar, myself. But, I must say, it's a pleasure to meet you in person."