"So, we meet again, my friend. Have you come to play?"<br/><br/>Draiss awakens a few moments later, in a somewhat familiar room; the heart of the temple where his tainted self was sealed. "Oh, don't worry, you're dead." True to the words, as Draiss looks around, he realizes he doesn't have a solid form, just an ethereal spirit, floating freely. "The only body a free spirit can inhabit is its own, after all. And I'm closer to you than anything, of course." His tainted self sits, reclining in a large, brown, overstuffed chair, dressed in a red smoking jacket, a pipe in his mouth. "So, we'll get to enjoy one another's company, until you reform. Sound fun?"