"In a minute," he says, quickly, without even bothering to look back at Draiss and his companions. He finishes the last potion on the line, one of seventeen currently bubbling, then steps back, nodding, before spinning around to face them. He's human-looking, albeit with pale skin, and stark-white, messy hair, pointing out in all directions. Only his slightly pointed ears and thin frame hint at his elven ancestry. His eyes are currently covered by a pair of goggles, embedded with red-crystal lenses, three additional lenses, one yellow, one green, and one blue, wearing simple working clothes, covered with a large, once-white smock.<br/><br/>"Party of three. One, female, human. No, human, subspecies. Minor variant. Fighter, agile, fast. Unimportant. Two, female, half-dragon, in disguise. Full dragon, gold, aged... approximately three hundred. Unimportant. Third, male... interesting."<br/><br/>He steps forward, turning one of the lenses, clearly producing a different effect. "Human, not full blood, something else. Slight pigmentation, pattern of veins, hmm, dragon blood? Ahh, hair color, bronze dragon blood. But not whole story." He switches the red lenses for green, studies Draiss for a moment, then swaps in the blue, studies him again, then swaps one blue for a green, and adjusts both, slightly. "Yes... no, no... yes... yes... no... no... ye--wait, no. Yes, there, I see. Blending of arcane and divine, possesses both power sources. Ur-priest? No, no, hate magic. I think. Mystic Theruge, then. No, lacks divine symbol, very important. Wouldn't meet me without it, certainly. What then?" He quickly flips back to the red lenses, then advances on Draiss, studying him closer. "Not mortal, then, as I suspected. Dragon? No, obviously not. Dragon blood, yes. Hmm... Aberration, fey, construct, no no no. Hmm." He grabs Draiss' hand, peering closer at his fingers, adjusting one lens with his free hand. "Outsider. What type, though?" He steps back, and adjusts to the yellow lenses, adjusting them constantly as he stares at Draiss, washing him over with alignment detection spells. "Mmm, chaos, much chaos, and little else. At the core, anyway. All around, demon aura, but definitely not demon. A demon but not a demon, peculiar. But not a demon. No, no evil." He sets all four lenses into the goggles at once, and finally glances up, and meets Draiss' eyes, for the first time, and a smile splits across his face. "Always in the eyes. They never lie." He leans back, plucking his goggles off his eyes, and resting them on his forehead, revealing his own blood-red eyes. "The Archdragon, I presume?"