The man swallows, nervously, but nods. The path to his held outsiders is fairly short, leading into a large, shared chamber, where they're all being held. Despite the crowded conditions, most of the outsiders look to be fine; they have enough food, and, while they have little space, what they do have is comfortable enough. Some look a little worried, though others are reunited with friends and family; almost all of them know each other. They'll explain that, as part of the calling agreement, they would remain in the chamber, until the spell was cast, and that the compensation is quite good, for their services, so, while a few took some negotiating, they all agreed to stay. A ward is over the city already, preventing planar communications; a weaker version of the spell they'll be rebuilding, apparently, which kept the few that could speak across planes from calling home. For the most part, they're just ready to leave, but aren't complaining too loudly, since it won't be long until it finishes.<br/><br/>When he returns to the cultists, he'll find them arguing about how their spell might have gone wrong, since they're certain they were drawing upon a much wider range than just the few mile radius Draiss says they were drawing upon.