Draiss reacted not to the question, but the name. He suddenly wasn't in the temple, but back in the ruined building, experiencing it yet again. The desperation on trying to get her out, Inari had already gotten out, but this one was as close a friend as he would let a noble get. Holding her in his arms as she died, unable to speak the words she so desperately had sought, even as a lie, he still honestly cried for her. He jerked back to reality, the present, and for the first time doubted if he was back, or still stuck in his madness. Time would tell. He shook his head, and looked at the high priest, about to answer before he realized the man had seen it as well. "I... She... ... You saw. Do I need say it, get dragged back to that hell of a war again?<br/><br/>I am fragmented, distorted, bits and pieces without connection that randomly pop up at the worst of times. And hoping what is in that area below us can help. I have no idea what I will find, but I know it can at very least help."<br/><br/>He stared at the ground, almost as if demanding it to conjure up answers for a few minutes, before shaking his head, and gathering himself with obvious effort. "Alright, you saw the answer. Lets go see what is in the room."