The kitsune glares at him for a long, cold minute, before finally extending her arm, surrendering herself into his service. He can feel the tingle of magic pass through her; in Faerie, a being's word is law, and binding, body and soul. Woe be to a mortal visitor who dares to break their word.<br/><br/>Vorela seems to consider the possibility, but suggests experiments on other subjects, first, as she'd rather not be entirely a guinea pig, until they know it works.<br/><br/>Several minutes later, they arrive at Amaterasu's palace; less opulent and decadent than one might suspect from a being such as her, and not even terribly impressive on a mortal scale, but still an expertly crafted palace, that shows that whoever lives here is to be respected. The guards at the door, both eight-tails themselves, step aside as he arrives; clearly, they knew of his arrival. Amaterasu herself is sitting in a finely-wrought golden chair, with a sunburst at the head, on the opposite side of the main hall, sitting comfortably, one leg crossed over the other, in a low-cut, simple silver gown. "Draiss, I didn't expect to see you back so soon. What brings you to my realm, aside from challenging one of my daughters to a duel of honor?"