Draiss shook his head at the sight, and then looked at Sharlin drolly. "No, this is a construct that I created to get close to you before sticking a knife in your sweet spot to steal your portfolio and power. The real one is busy getting screwed silly by my avatars. Here is you sign."<br/><br/>Draiss tossed him a sandwich board that had the words dunce and retard written in large, glowing, flashing letters, though it disappeared within a minute of him summoning it. "Yes, she got to me fine, though I would advise that you not sleep too deeply for a year or so, some of her threats were creative."<br/><br/>He settled into the pool, and relaxed, leaving the towel on the ground nearby under a protective spell or two that would keep it dry and warm, regardless of what anyone else tried. "So, heard you had fun with an oversized construct. And where was the other place you wanted to meet that had Sharlin spitting swords?"