The old man gives a gruff sound, and nods. "That's too bad. I'd've liked to meet another one." He glances at the monastery, gives a smile, and vanishes, with a potent teleportation spell. Ama blinks in surprise. "What... what was that?" she asks, still slightly confused.<br/><br/>While they're not on the friendliest of terms, eventually the two liontaur goddesses seem to have come to a mutual acceptance of one another, and at least tolerate each other's presence, for now, and it seems Draiss has done about as much damage as he can, here. The Astral has cleared up to the point that it can be traversed safely, once more, with only a marginally higher risk than normal.