Erevan sends back a mental nod, wishing him well in wherever his adventures take him.<br/><br/>Checking over his list of specialists, he notes that he has quite a few candidates for each position, scattered in different parts of the multiverse. Likely a daunting task, to begin tracking down one he might be interested... however, his musings are cut short, when his senses pick up on something interesting; a few hundred feet away, a female Throne Archon, much like one he's looking for, is relaxing in a solitary pool, slowly sipping a glass of wine, looking to be quite relaxed, outwardly, anyway, though Draiss can tell she's nervous about something.