"W-what? N-n-nooo!" he wails, although he can hardly do anything to prevent Draiss from doing as he pleases. It is, as he suspected, truth, surrounded by a miasma of delusion. Russell was, once, a petty thief, who'd made a bit of a reputation for himself, in a larger city, eventually drawing the ire of more than a few nobles. Even then, he was somewhat paranoid, but, when he barely escapes a raid on his safehouse, with little more than the clothes on his back, his paranoia kicked into full force... at the same time his ability awakened. In fact, it was the sole reason for his escape, and he honestly does not know how to undo the effect, which means that he had a reasonable band of people following him, before long, as he fled west, to avoid pursuit, 'capturing' those who pursued him, or recognized him, or even seemed to curious about his ever-growing bad of loyal followers.