He waved absently to Violet, as one of the demons picked up something from the outer wall, and dashed with it to the Demon Lord. It paused at a respectful distance, and offered the piece to the lord, hastily genuflecting and babbling the required greetings and acknowledgments of its total worthlessness before the fury, power, and might of its lord, but that it had found something that didn't belong. The Demon Lord waved it forward, and Draiss hissed softly as he recognized what was being offered, part of the anti-magic bomb. Luckily the blast had destroyed it almost entirely, and all that was left was a bit of twisted, unidentifiable metal, its magic nature having been completely warped by the blast. He was hissing not because they had found a piece of the bomb, but because that part of the bomb had been made of Mythantine, and that it had been so damaged by the explosive meant that it might do the same to the Defe... No, they were not Defenders, he decided to rename them Shadow Stalkers.<br/><br/>He sighed, and whistled to get Serena's attention from the talk she was having with Nadriina about some obscure magical theory or something, and slid a piece of Mythantine down the table at her and Nadriina. It was a perfect sphere, and about the size of her fist. "Sorry about whistling to get your attention. You are not a pet or a servant. But that is Mythantine, a new metal that I created. I would like to hear your opinions on it after you two have examined the samples."<br/><br/>The Demon lord examined the charred chunk of metal as Draiss turned back to the screen, and gestured for the prison commander to leave, though he did stop the Nalfeshnee looking thing with a single word, indicating that the prison commander was not to be harmed. Yet. After a few moments of using various spells to try and identify it, Draiss had a good grasp of the Demon Lord's arcane power, almost equal to his, but that one was likely a straight caster, as opposed to an archmage like himself. The Demon Lord, however, snorted in amusement after playing with it for a minute, and then put it in a belt pouch for later examination most likely. He then stood up, having seen what he needed to, before turning to Violet, and heading toward her, if she had not already sat beside him. "You wanted something?"