Draiss laughed, before shaking his head as he sent requests for the trade items to be moved to the Iron Tower. "I think I just paid for it, and the ones you do find will be found due to chance than actually looking for them. But if you do, please let me know. Last thing I need is for my opposite to get her hands on them. She is the maralith mentioned on the data slate."<br/><br/>He shuddered at that thought, before standing up. "My thanks for the time, Lord Dispater. If you need to send something to me, my constructs will relay the information to me."<br/><br/>Now a great deal more broke than he had been, and much more happy about finding those dead planes, he swung by the hiring house, and got a report on who had hired what, and looked over the report while he headed back to his demonic planes. Upon arrival, he looked around, orienting himself, before heading off to find the breeding compound on the other side of the portal in to his planes. He had several construct transports, hovertanks, and line warriors ready to push through if they decided they wanted him captured rather than to talk. If so, he would simply take it over, get the ones that still had a mind back to their gods, and the ones that didn't have a mind anymore would be placed in the Pleasure Island.