Most of the intelligent beings around the lake ignore him, as well, although a small cloud of pixies descend upon him within a few minutes, and being lashing him with a flurry of questions, a babble of voices filling the air, not even waiting for one question to be answered, before asking the next. After several minutes of harassment from the tiny-sized men and women, a single, clear voice interrupts them, easily.<br/><br/>"Enough, children. This is our honored patron, Draiss. Please, leave him be, I'm certain he hardly needs such a bother." They nymph, a stunningly-perfect natural beauty, with an almost elfin grace, seems to slide from between the trees, effortlessly; he can tell that she, in fact, teleported in, but to the untrained eye, she merely seems to melt out of the foliage. "It's good to see you again, Draiss."