Draiss snorted at the few reports that were managing to punch through the disturbances, idly wondering if anyone else had watched the fight. He knew Verdelet and hers definitely had been, which had been why he had kept the bombs inside the bag, all they knew was that he had set off an explosion from inside a bag of holding. Viewing the contents of the bag of holding from a distance was nearly impossible, except in cases of complete, total, utter, sheer, retarded dumb luck. He looked up from the scroll in his hand, an illusion covering the data slate with the information that his avatars had managed to get through, along with a handful of objects for him to work on, though several of the objects were now trash, too badly warped by the magic currents to be used for anything but reforging as base materials, if even that. He nodded to the first priestess, who informed him that the evening meal was being served in the main hall, if he cared to join them, and if not someone would bring a meal to him.<br/><br/>He nodded, indicating he would be along shortly, figuring the females were swinging by because he was likely the first male who had been by in years. He put the items into the bag that they had been sent in, before sealing it with a small spell, not wanting the more curious ones to pull something out of the bag that had mutated during the journey, it might have residual magic on it. He entered the hall, and took a seat in one of the far lounges, enjoying the conversations, and idly noting most of the females had shed their official' outfits from before, and were wearing more comfortable, and much more revealing, clothing. He paused for a moment, before answering a question from one of the acolytes, his paranoia sensing that something was wrong, but he wasn't sure what yet.