Draiss frowned at the slight flicker on the 'scouts' faces' right before they waved him through, a sign that something had touched their minds, or what was left of them. He ignored the next groups, and gestured for the two constructs to wait outside of the manor, as they were warbots, and not suited to a delicate situation of diplomacy. Of course, that was no job for warbots or honest men. Or him either, but he was the best he had, so would have to do. He glanced over each 'enemy unit' getting statistical data from each one, a basic idea of how powerful they are, though he knew the prototypes would be able to deal with anything that didn't have a divine ranking. It was more so he would know how long it would take them to finish off a known quality and quantity of opposing units, allowing him to more accurately predict later engagements, if the two units survived this one.<br/><br/>He entered the study, and stared at the woman, not bothering to look at the letter or whatever she had been writing, and keeping his divine senses in check, playing the part of a good little guest until she gave him reason to obliterate her. Or it, depending on how much she had been tainted. "My constructs were scouting the plane, and attempting to identify any Beyonder signatures they can find. Yours is... significant. Most of the ones mine and I have encountered have been hostile. What will you be? Friendly, and we can start dancing about, trying to figure out what best to do with the other, or hostile, and we can cut right to the interesting bits? I can go both ways, no matter. Though in the interest of at least attempting to be diplomatic, I am Draiss Orkenbane, the Archdragon, God of Choice."