Draiss watched, not moving, as still as a statue, the sivridut against the wall by his chair, simply watching, an SEP field in his corner keeping him from being disturbed, today focusing on the small talk the priests made, pleased to discover that this temple had managed to stay 'true' to his tenants, even before he established them. Something of a relief, even if it did make things a bit more strange. After the evening service, he dismissed the field after most of the followers had left, heading toward the exit the high priest had taken, moving like he owned the place. Which he did, but he was curious as to how close he could get before someone either challenged him or tried to tackle him.