Draiss nodded, and rolled his shoulders, before looking up at the ceiling. "I would wish you luck, but I don't think you need it."<br/><br/>He watched the gnome leave, and leaned back, his head aching, wondering what would happen next, the dwarves and others returning to demand answers, or Avi. He figured Mordin would come back, that one's people always had an issue with words like no, impossible, and can't, and he seemed to be even worse about it.