Entering the garden, he finds there's no one moving about; in fact, all of the women seem to be huddled in the back rooms, except for one or two, scurrying about, quickly, on needed errands around the building. At Draiss' arrival, though, the<em>presence</em>begins a mad scramble towards the garden, moving at deific speeds, hurtling through the hallways so quickly, it's actually scrabbling along the walls, in its haste to make corners.<br/><br/>The doors blast open, revealing a night-black dragontaur, clearly a grim mockery of the noble creature Draiss appeared as. Larger, with more exaggerated features, but still possessing the lean, hunter's physique, and a certain madness in its eyes. "Draiss! Draiss, you return, as I knew you would. Yes, so strong you are, but look at me now! Stronger, strong as you, stronger, even!" He'll recognize the voice; that of the young, stupid lordling, though it's clearly a mind corrupted by the magics coursing through him. "You left, and I<em>became</em>you! They love me, now! They worship me like they worshiped you, because I'm<em>becoming</em>you! Don't you see?<em>I'm becoming you!</em>Ahaaa!"