Draiss followed the rug, trying REALLY hard to not wince every time he turned a corner, until he finally got to the 'throne room' straight out of a badly told bard's tale. He sighed, but refrained from making any physical movements that indicated how annoyed or amused he was. He simply approached, and gave her a friendly nod. "Greetings Fate, I am the Archdragon. You wanted to meet me?"