Draiss Arcaniss simply smiled evilly at the fake, and spread his crystal beyonder wings from inside his armor, divine and arcane power glowing in his right hand, as he pushed out his awe aura. "And why would I come to accept myself?"<br/><br/>He kept the fake's eyes locked on his, using 'mere' force of will to keep him from moving until the two death guards had landed and each grabbed a shoulder and wrist. "I will have words with you, later.<br/><br/>Take him to the transport, do not harm him though, unless you absolutely have to. But do find out why he thought I was suitable to impersonate and why he was so poorly retelling those accounts."<br/><br/>He dismissed the power and wings, wincing in pain though only the Death Guards and possibly Sabrael noticed it as the wings slid back under the armor. He glanced back at the people that had been listening, a sigh of... disappointment almost, barely audible but easily identifiable. "I believe you all have homes and loved ones eagerly awaiting your returns."