He grinned as he easily deflected the spells with less than a reflexive thought, and turned away from the illusion upon entering, and sat down just in front of the alcove with the dragoness. "Just a wanderer hoping to speak with some of his kyn. I noticed that the alignment and public relationships with chromatics and metallics to the 'more civilized' races is reversed here, and was hoping I could get some information. Perhaps we should have a martivir ukris (peace talk) before we get to business? I have a few delicacies that are likely hard to come by, and might even not exist on this plane."<br/><br/>He pulled a few food items and offered them to her, speaking in draconic. "I am Draiss Orkenbane, the Archdragon, god of choice, and offer these gifts in exchange for information and company."<br/><br/>The meats were succulent and rare animals that didn't exist on the plane, but they were haunches and enough to make a meal of. Of course, since the meat hadn't existed until just before he had pulled it out of his bag of holding, it wasn't going to anger any nature gods about using the meat as a peace offering.