Draiss very nearly attacked the male right then and there, finding that his companions and wife Avi had no memories of him. His dragon blood sang for a moment, demanding vengeance against the impetuous male for daring to stand against him, but he kept that voice quiet and in the back of his mind, behind the facade of a wandering sage. The avatars relaxed, becoming a bit friendlier, as if they had come under its sway after a brief resistance, recounting that they were looking for a former adventuring friend, who might have come this way, but after several towns and no traces, they were planning to head back to a farther town to try a different route. Draiss was busy searching for the god this fool belonged to, very nearly ready to declare open warfare for what he was doing. This... 'thing' was denying the right of a being to chose, and he was going to deal with him, but the question of who was backing him was one Draiss needed answered first.<br/><br/>The mental facade of an abrupt, rather solitary sage and magic user was allowed to soften after Draiss looked up, as if annoyed at the interruption. "Just traveling about, collecting stories. Something to fill the time really."