Draiss leaned against the wall, and simply watched for a few moments, a small smile on his lips, enjoying watching the children at 'play.' He sighed, and then slipped into a seat at one of the far tables, feeling strangely depressed for some reason. Well, not for some reason, he knew, if he was being honest with himself, why he was depressed. It was because he was getting closer to the point where he would have to harvest or kill friends and former friends. He summoned up a small meal, and began eating, though he did use magic to pin one of the hatchlings when they tried to swipe food from him. He kept the hatchling pinned for nearly a minute, long enough for it to creel in displeasure, before he let it up, never once even acknowledging the prankster.