Draiss hummed, and considered the issue, but the problem was that the seven of them had murdered one of his for their own gain. What was so galling about it was that the four had wasted precious time trying to think of how to explain those seven staying back, and had eventually agreed that they had all volunteered to stay back as a rearguard against a possible force that had been chasing them. A semi-truth, there had been one, but Icyn had said it had turned aside after an hour, rather than following them for two days to the palace. But those seven had struck before the four could bring them into the fold, and then there hadn't been time, or really inclination for the half truth. He turned aside from the first entrance, but after the only other entrance had an even more thorough checkpoint, being the servant's entrance, Draiss had to step back and consider the options. Charging in would get a fight, and Ulden wanted to talk to them, the soul was starting to rouse from the death trauma, and while he was angry about it, unlike Draiss, he no longer really cared, as he was dead, and resurrection magic was extremely rare on this world, so the thought of getting his life back wasn't a possible one, at least currently to the soul. Draiss didn't inform him of that, though he did converse with it, trying to get its thoughts on how to get through, since he was doing this Ulden's way.<br/><br/>After a moment, Draiss turned back to the main entrance, pausing only in an alley to change his hair from pure white to brown, and tried to enter. It was amazing how such a little change would make someone go from 'immediately recognized' to 'hey, oh sorry, thought you were someone else.'