She stands, slowly, smiling, as she takes his hand. "I'm glad you think so."<br/><br/>Many hours later, as Tysinni is sleeping, a smile on her face, a messenger arrives at the base of his lair, with a message to be delivered to him, though they add that it's nothing that can't wait until morning, to the guard that takes it. Unless Draiss plans to attend to it immediately, it will wait in his office until morning. Either way, it's a note from the Emperor, stating that the human captives of today's event told their story; that they were, in fact, hired by one of the city's nobles, and that they were to, on his signal, cause as much havoc as possible within the city. The noble himself was already dead, actually; it looks like he'd been cut down by the same weapons the constructs were using, though they did find an unusual gold locket, clutched in his hand. At the strange magics detected on it, they decided, wisely, not to open it; it's currently in possession of the mage's guild, under lock and key.