Draiss was about as blissfully drunk as a god could get at the point when the two of them finally collapsed, which was to say not at all and then teleported Ulden out of the room, sending a thought to Ramia.<em>'Sleep, lady, tomorrow, or rather, tonight, he will return to you. Make your peace then, for I am judge, jury, and executioner, and will pick your fate when he returns from that one.'</em><br/><br/>He looked down at Ulden, before putting him to sleep, the body would need it, and Ulden had a physical form that was permanently his. Draiss wouldn't or perhaps couldn't take it back, so what Ulden had was what he was going to get. The next night, at sun down, Ulden was back at Ramia's door, and they would be talking the night away, while he decided what he would do with her. Hopefully Ulden wouldn't hate him for his choice.