"True. When you're trying to not be found, you, well, can't be found, simple as that." "I do wonder, though... h--"<br/><br/>Cerul and Nadriina seem to freeze, perfectly still, as a brilliant white light envelops Draiss; he can still see them, clearly enough, and time is, apparently, still passing, though only for him. If he tries to draw upon defensive magics, he'll find that there's a similarly powerful, outside force that's restraining him, and, after a few moments, the light intensifies, to a blinding brilliance, before, abruptly, fading. Draiss will find himself in a darkened room, standing on a small, five-foot-square platform, ringed by wooden railings, with a simple, unadorned chair, in the middle; beyond, nothing but mist and darkness.<br/><br/>A monotonal voice, clearly that of an Inevitable, intones. "Draiss Arcaniss, also known as the Archdragon, you have been brought before this court of inquiry for conduct unbecoming of a deity of your stature. Do you have any remarks before this inquiry is begun?"