Draiss followed the path, and entered the 'ruin,' though it had damn few signs of being one, and followed his senses, despite still feeling like there was nothing in it. Even after arriving in the main room, and looking at the 'insane' host, he still couldn't sense him, which was amusing to say the least, at least to him. He walked forward, and waved as he got closer. "Hail, fellow host brother. Though you do realize that the word 'sire' would fit better in your little poem, considering the linguistic shifts since you likely first arrived, or rather, your 'other friend' did?"