The Nine lowers his head as Draiss' illusion lands in front of him. "What's this? The little rat's illusion has come to talk?" He exhales, sharply, towards the illusion, and it shatters into nothingness. "Run along, little rat, this war is not for you," he bellows, to wherever Draiss might be hiding, his minions yapping and barking and cheering along with him.<br/><br/>(Editor's note: The Nine's voice would be, if accurately displayed, around a font size of 50-80.)