Draiss was reclining on his bedroll, going over what he had gotten from Ulden, before the disturbance started. He looked up, before heading to the tent entrance, not bothering to put his shirt back on, letting all the fun little mementos from his adventures be seen. He flipped open the tent entrance, and leaned out, the three scars from Verdelet clearly visible in the light from the campfire. "Is there a problem?"