Draiss stared, before tightening the comm lines to the runners long enough to make a promise. "Don't worry, I will find you. Run, twist, hide, and whatever else you want. Wherever you finally stop, there I will be. You made your bed, your final Choice. Now enjoy the benefits of it. End of Line."<br/><br/>He turned to the one that had stayed behind, and sent a quartet of his personal guards to him, dropping out and helping to defend him long enough for him to get to the meeting point, the first prospective spot a remote section of Draiss' domain. When that naturally fell through, he suggested the Isle of Pleasure, where security was so tight that nothing got in without the constructs meeting it, and even gods would be leery about assaulting that stronghold. And while the mortals on it might realize there was something off, they wouldn't have any indications that a war was going on other than a significantly higher number of constructs on the massive, 5 mile across and tiered isle.