There's a small crowd gathered, to watch as each contestant picks their prize. There's some mutters and whispers, at Draiss' choice, and he can see Tiamat in line behind him, about fiftieth place.<br/><br/>The red glowers at him, once they appear in the room, though it's fairly obvious that the anger isn't directed at him. "So," the great red rumbles, eying him carefully. "I've heard about you. You're the fool who thinks all dragons are valuable, even as he kills them with his bare hands." Aviendha has located him, and arrives a second later, moving over to give him a gentle hug, but remains quiet.