Draiss shredded the shadows, before yanking on V'elen's power, ignoring the snarled retort as his body crystallized. "We have seen all possibilities, ones where I failed, ones where my companions in the final fight did worse to me than yours ever did, ones where I come home from my mortal enemy to be gutted and desecrated by my children, ones where my fiance leaves me at the altar for another in front of our peers. And many, many more. At Our level, MORTAL, Fate is as whimsical and mutable as the wind and water, and the future is never more than a gentle suggestion, at best."<br/><br/>He stayed in his semi turned form, the quartz crystals just barely grown through his flesh and the glowing golden gem in his forehead barely more than the size of a cherry pit, but it was more than enough to show that Ulden hadn't seen anywhere near all his memories. After a moment, he sighed, suddenly seeming to shrink as if exhausted, the crystals retreating back into his form, and he gave the mage a tired wave. "Leaving, play nice. Giving you two days, at noon, to meet me where I landed. If you are not there, you continue alone. Got some things I need to look into, and too tired and empty to deal with this. Have fun."<br/><br/>He stepped out of the room, feeling empty and hollow, as he had since V'elen had shown up. He had hidden it as best he could, but he knew he was only lying to himself. He sighed, and teleported to an alley outside an inn, getting himself a room, and heading up, scrying on the Lady's room to ensure nothing retarded happened.