Draiss thanked her for for accepting his request to be an escort, just in case he suffered a relapse. He ignored the rumors as he slung the bag, and got an offered walking stick from one priestess, hiding his smile at the subtle way of reducing possible contact between him and her. Apparently, the idea wasn't causing the others to lose hope. He rolled his eyes as he headed to the entrance at a leisurely walk, passing two of the younger females, who were quietly gossiping about him, trying to guess how powerful he was, and one noting that current liontaur practices allowed powerful individuals to have a pride, and wondering if he was enough.<br/><br/>He gave the elder priestess a smile as he saw his 'escort,' she was carrying a pack, apparently to gather wild fruits and vegetables, and was wearing an outfit that was best described as fetish fuel. A black leather breast band that cupped and supported her breasts perfectly, and that was it. He had to shift slightly, and guessed he had made a good choice, both for his immediate needs and his dragontaurs once he got back home. He did some mental betting in his head, both on how long it would be before she tried to convince him or just pounce, and if some of the others would follow in the hopes of luring him off and doing the same.