"THAT!" A voice seems to echo from around the room. "Would be me, SIR!" The voice is almost ridiculously over-dramatic, with a vaguely British accent. A cloud of purple smoke floods the room, temporarily obscuring vision, for a moment, as Draiss sense another, somehow familiar presence, enter the room.<br/><br/>As the smoke clears, he gets a good view at the new intruder. For all intents and purposes, he appears to be Draiss, in every way possible, right down to the basic energy signature. However, this copy of him appears to be wearing a full tuxedo, a top hate, a monocle, and has grown a thin, curling mustache, and a goatee. "I bid you welcome, SIR! Welcome, to MY domain!" He vanishes, then reappears behind Draiss, now dressed in an Indiana Jones outfit, his voice now deeper, a bit more gravelly. "Would you care for a tour?"