Draiss reached out, and grabbed the man's head, forcing him to meet his eyes. "I am Draiss Orkenbane, god of choice, Archmage and scion of dragons, killer of gods and planes. Or planets if you prefer. I need your help. Focus, bring yourself back from the madness you have sunk into in order to endure."<br/><br/>He waited, simply keeping their eyes meeting, a hint of magic touching the man's mind, forcing him back to reality. It would either completely cure him or completely break him later, and while Draiss hoped for the first, they were almost equal in odds, though he could bind the man to him, and force him to remain sane. He was leery about that, but would if it helped him, choice was gone from here, and only results mattered now. "The base has been here for at least 250,000 years. The locals have evolved into sentience, and the signal from your transmitter has been forcing mutations upon them. I came here to discover why they were mutating, but if you can help me, than that is much more important. Why does your signal have magic, both arcane and divine, as well as psionics and Beyonder energies?"