(Actually he does, but he is trying to appear mortal.)<br/><br/>Draiss spent the day mediating near the edge of one of the buildings, enjoying the quite and solitude for a moment. It was good to get a bit of those for a short while, but too much would distance him from mortal concerns. He stared at the forest, his mind tracking his companions and waiting for them to return to the common room. He made a note to tease them about their standards of 'roughing it' going up to high for the rest of the world to cope with when they got back.<br/><br/>Once they were there, he joined them, and gently ribbed them about superior standards, before setting up the rope in an out of the way spot. He let the others up first, and then climbed up himself. Once up, he gave Cerulean a hug, before pulling up the rope and saying, "Alright. So, do we have a preferred way of dealing with the Lizardfolk, or are we going to wing it?"