The summoners were, clearly, prepared; the Magic Circle was prepared, and inlaid three times, with silver, copper, and cold iron, to provide the maximum effectiveness; a trap that would hold most outsiders, short of deities. Of course, Draiss shrugs it off with his spell resistance as if it weren't even there. The thirteen men making up the circle look rather shocked at what they've called, but also confident that their already-broken circle will hold him. A gagged, bound, and nude human woman is strapped to a nearby altar, and the smell of incense and smoke is thick in the air.<br/><br/>"We have bound you to our service, demon! Hear me, and obey!" the leader of the circle demands, in near-perfect Abyssal. "We present you an offering, to assist us in our bargaining!" he shouts, gesturing towards the woman, who, no longer paralyzed from terror, has begun struggling.