Saarisi grumbled when he slipped free, before shifting back into his warmer indentation in the bed, and murmuring in pleasure as he softly laughed at her, checking the notes. He rolled his eyes at the notes, idly tossing the notes on the table as he checked, pausing only to reread the dragon leader's invitation. He hummed to himself before sending one of the constructs out to inform the dragon's servants that he would be arriving in a couple hours, with himself and his salamander, the somewhat subtle message there being that he didn't need his constructs to defend himself, or that they could likely get in without being detected. Either one would keep the dragon guessing, since Draiss suspected that this was the reason the city 'worked' nearly as well as it did.<br/><br/>A hour and a half later, Draiss and his salamander were approaching the entrance to the dragon's manor, the invitation presented to the guards, one of the constructs looking about purchasing a small building for mercenary work for the death squads, the other in the room, notifying Draiss of any other interesting notes to come by.