Draiss bowed to his host, a full bow from the waist, something he didn't do that often to many. "No thanks, I brought my own drink, as the particular vintage is frustratingly hard to find."<br/><br/>He glanced at Nadriina, who was staring at the Mortality board, her mouth moving slightly as she worked out a win for both sides, though he couldn't help but notice that on every map, board, and other war game he could see, the side toward Ellistraee was in a very bad position. After a few moments, he looked up, and nudged Nadriina. "Remember what I said a while back? Ignore the Mortality board, and work on the fifth planar map from us."<br/><br/>He looked at Ellistraee, all humor gone. "My shadow stalkers said you were being pressed, but none of them said anything about being pressed this bad."<br/><br/>He was glad he had sat down perpendicular to her, rather than across. His truce with Lloth was suddenly a double edged idea, and he had a feeling that he had been helping her more than he had guessed. He considered the maps, and linked in the Oversoul, who immediately began redeploying forces, pulling a couple new units from a far realm that was only moderately pressed, and pulling them into one world that Ellistraee was being overrun in. "Something says that drink I brought will have to wait a while."