Fate, clearly, is in one of her silly moods, at the moment, as his coin spends several seconds standing on its side, before finally landing on tails.<br/><br/>As if on cue, Draiss senses something, moving within the extended range of his divine senses, far to the south of the continent; it feels like a massive structure of magic and technology, extremely old, likely much older than the ruins he's currently standing in.