Draiss did what he had always done in a group, and he wasn't required to 'preform' for the crowd, and quietly slipped towards the back, letting everyone meet his mother. He simply leaned against the wall and watched, effortless blending in to the woodwork, almost absently doing so without even realizing what he was doing. After watching for a few minutes, he sighed, and slipped out of the room, heading to the 'personal room.' It was time for his once a month, hour long meditation in there. And while he didn't want, with everyone busy meeting his mother, he could easily and effortlessly get lost for an hour. He suspected no one would even notice he was gone.