"That's just it. Works for some good god of wizards, I don't care who. They're all the same. What galls me is, he's still<em>alive.</em>And has been. All this time. He took centuries from me, and it cost him nothing." She growls, and looks about ready to punch something, but considering her angry punch might shatter a wall, she intelligently refrains, and merely glowers.<br/><br/>However, he doesn't get a chance to reply, because a very old, familiar voice catches his ear. "Draiss? No, it can't be you, I must be seeing things, I'm sorry." The elven woman who'd approached him turns away just as quickly as she approached, but he remembers her clearly; Niara, one of his companions, during his last adventure as a mortal.