Ashara blushes, as he molests her, glancing around nervously, not wanting anyone else to see them, even if the majority of the people living here have had sex with Draiss, already, and had few reservations. "So, any clue where we'll be heading? I'm hoping it'll be somewhere relatively peaceful," she says, with a slight laugh. "Though, with you, I doubt that's ever the case, is it?" she teases.<br/><br/>Unless he has a particular sort of plane he's looking for, his random hopping leads them to a fairly nondescript plane, on a large, relatively unpopulated continent. Where's there's some settlements along the western edge, it seems that most of the landscape is ruled by nomadic tribes of various races, primarily centaurs, orcs, and humans. In fact, off in the distance, though only Draiss can see it, with his senses, there's a camp of centaur set up, hunting in the area.