The delivery of the High Lord's note seems to have stopped the others, especially following his acceptance. He'll note the spies start to drop off, as he makes his way across town; one 'dragon' spy, but a half-dozen from the other high lords, all of the highest quality. He's certainly drawn attention, to say the least.<br/><br/>The dragon's tower is the smallest of the four main spires, the others belonging to the other high lords, and the Sultan himself, though it's no less impressive for it. The guards, all various breeds of half-dragons, nod and salute; Draiss will even notice a holy symbol of himself, on one of the guards, seemingly intentionally left so he could see it, though the guard doesn't react to his presence.<br/><br/>They're soon escorted through the grand structure, to the dragon's main audience chamber, where the blue sits in attendance. A combination of illusion and tricks of perspective make him look older and larger than he really is, though he's still gargantuan, nearly colossal, himself. "So! It seems the rumors are true, are they not? Our great city has been blessed with the presence of someone far more important than this sweltering mess deserves!" he announces, once the formal introductions are finished, grinnign and chuckling to himself.