Draiss was making diligent notes, and was glad that he loaned out only death squaders, as they were aggressively capturing the 'kills' and storing them away from the rest, though they did kill the ones that seemed more interested in preserving their egos than surviving.<br/><br/>He looked up, having been digging through the armory and reactivating artifacts and magic items that had lost some of their power, and glanced at the goddess. "Draiss Arcaniss, the Archdragon, god of Choice. Hold one please."<br/><br/>He was in the middle of attempting to reactivate the oldest of the magic item, possibly older than the beyonder fight that had captured Keeshara, and trying to get out of the magical 'weave' was harder than simply finishing it. Once he finally finished, he set the much more powerful item aside, and stood up, brushing off the dust and grime off his pants, having reverted back to his humanoid form. "Sorry. Anyhoo, I was tossed here after killing a manifested and naturalized beyonder, unlike the one you fought nearly thirty four millennia ago which was merely manifested, and trying to leave was... not the best idea, espeically since I was specifically looking for you to let you know that your mother was not dead, but released after I made a raid on the tomb/cocoon of the beyonder you, your mother, and your brother, along with several other gods, fought. I will now pause to let you catch up."<br/><br/>He grinned, before glancing around her and sealing the door, keeping any of the priestesses or newcomers from barging in. "There, now we won't be interrupted."