Draiss waited for about an hour, counting the blocks that made up the ceiling, before getting bored. He put several misdirection and concealment spells on the area, hiding the fact someone had imprisoned something here, effectively sealing the evil in a can for 'all time'. Which, knowing Fate, meant sometime next week someone was going to crack these seals.<br/><br/>He debated just dissolving the altar, but decided against it, at least for the moment. He sighed, and realized he really didn't feel like he had wandered, not doing or meeting enough things that were interesting, and debated on whether to be 'good' and head back, or find another plane. He shrugged, and pulled out a gold coin, and flipped it. "Heads heads back."