Draiss was semi-glad the adventurers were avoiding his constructs, the death squad were unquestionably 'evil' along a moral compass, and while them being right beside the more 'good' morally aligned shadow stalkers, the last thing he needed at the moment was a friendly fire incident.<br/><br/>He stepped out of the portal, and stared at his captive for a moment, before sighing and glaring at the avatar half heartedly.<em>Okay, two things for the avatar. Number one, he has a goatee, that is the kind of thing I would like to know about before meeting someone. Second, he looks like freaking Xanatos. That is the kind of thing I need to know about the second you learn of it.</em><br/><br/>He sighed as the avatar grinned and gave him a shrug, before turning to his... guest, idly noting that, now that he knew who his guest looked like, a friendly fire incident would be a relief. "Well, that certainly explains a few things, but welcome to fortress Eignear. You are the first organic, other than myself, to enter it, so please forgive the constructs being a bit twitchy. They won't shoot you," he punctuated the sentence with the thought<em>sadly</em>, "But there are areas that we might end up near, and if they ask us to do something, please do so. And I only got away with things like this because the plane was dead and disconnected from the rest of the planar-verse. Otherwise, someone might have noticed and tried to stop me. And while I am the Archdragon, I am afraid you have me at a bit of a loss as I didn't get your name. All my sources on the plane mentioned was that you were one of seven beyonder tainted factions, and an eight was being so refreshingly retarded, the Scarlet Crusade, that I had to deal with their leadership as well."