The man left causally, along with the rest of the visitors, at the end of services; careful observation of the ghostly image, however, reveals that he's moving slightly woodenly, a subtle sign of some form of mental compulsion, although not a terribly strong one, like a Suggestion or Charm Person, at the most. It would take the better part of three hours to trace the man's movements, especially when his path overlaps with himself from an earlier time, entering the city, but the avatar eventually finds the way to his corpse, causally lying in an alleyway, a single arrow through his throat, a little trash heaped over him to conceal his rotting remains.<br/><br/>A few moments after his contact, a surprised voice replies.<em>...Draiss? How did you get here?</em>He recognizes the voice as Sveargith, the brave little silver dragon, and granddaughter of Bahamut.