Draiss strolled along behind the high priestess, and shrugged with a small grin on his face, idly admiring her ass as they headed deeper. "Not the worst I have been hurt, but I always come back, like an unlucky copper piece, or an unwanted boomerang. The harder the throw away, the more powerful the return blow."<br/><br/>He was a bit distracted, but her pausing in front of a door woke him back up, and he listened intently before nodding. He took the spear carefully, idly seeing if the power reactivated on its own, and if not, giving it the power necessary to do so from his own reservoir. "Perhaps a similar form to defend your temple would be appropriate, no? On'year certainly enjoyed it."<br/><br/>He twisted his energies again, taking the dragontaurs form, before nodding to her, and looking around. "A good amount of history is held here, a shame if it was all for nothing. I, however, have yet to fail when I have given my word, so I promise you, you, yours and your temple will not be defiled by this miscreant while I am here."<br/><br/>He gave her a half bow, before twirling the spear expertly in his hands, idly wondering if he could combine it with the scimitar for a weapon more suited for him in combat, as he headed back to the entrance.