Draiss froze, his eyes locked onto her strange, almost exact copy to his current, not quite perfect symbol. And the only difference between his current and the one on her chest was the rune in the middle of the arcane, psionic and divine runes. The rune for 'responsible freedom' written in a language that wasn't draconic, but it was clearly recognizable. He felt time seem to slow, and he looked up at her, his interest in fighting gone, now only a desire to understand left. "Where did you get that symbol? Was it applied, or were you born with it?"<br/><br/>He felt his gaze constantly trying to return to the central rune, one that was clearly an anathema to this barely divine gnoll creature, who required, no, depended on blind obedience to senseless violence. He was trying to place the rune, going through every language he knew, which was nearly all of them, and the only closer match to that center rune, closer than even draconic, was the rarely written language of the illithid, the mindflayers, the psionic squid faced thingees that claimed to have existed before time even properly began.