Draiss stared at the town before, having thought he had left this kind of life behind him, when he had ascended. But here he was, practically back where he started, and this time, it was not looking for higher power, but for companionship. He had left almost everything behind, including his familiar, to restart. Everything but a good luck charm, something that he had had before he ascended.<br/><br/>He mused, for a moment, before shaking his head, and descending toward the town, his hand on his 'coin pouch', trying to remember how he had acted, before. He smiled, as it was hard, trying to remember those short, fear filled times. But he was more prepared now, his power was unknown, and as long as no one else figured out what he was, he was fine.<br/><br/>He entered a nearby tavern, taking a seat, and pulled out a book for idle reading, ordering a meal, instead of willing it to appear in front of him. He flipped through his book, a non-magical version of the Draconomicon, and then brushed his reasonable length brown hair out of his face. His brown eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a certain type of people, and spotting a group of three, a human male, and half-elven and elven female, he gently nudged the stands of fate, probing for their purpose.