Draiss didn't slow, though twelve of the constructs stopped about fifty feet from the gate, relaxing as much as a construct could or needed to, while the other eight followed him in. Four of them split off at two points, one pair staying in the entry hall, the other pair stopping outside the door to the meeting room, leaning idly against the wall, opposite the guards, though fact that both pairs had an elemental caster and shotgun unit would likely not go unnoticed by the guards. Clearly the constructs were expecting a 'short' ranged fight.<br/><br/>Draiss pushed open the doors, and stepped in, the four bodyguards stopping by the doors, and he smirked at the patrol leader that he had first met, before making his way through the crowd, making a path through them with a thought. They simply found themselves moved out of the way without any sensation or memory of movement felt or observed. One minute they had been a gaggle, the next minute it had been two gaggles with a fair sized corridor through them. He nodded to the leader as he mounted the steps up to the landing on the stair case, and turned around, idly leaning against the wall, simply there to show that they were NOT correct in their assumption that dark energy was evil, and that the old elf had enough power behind him, even with it diluted into them, that they should wisely not do anything stupid.