Draiss smiled evilly at the man, before shrugging. "Then you are doing it wrong if the loss of a mere four minions upsets you. Minions are there to be used, either by succeeding and being rewarded, or failing and being used as an example for the next attempt. And I can use an illusion to hide what I look like from the cattle."<br/><br/>He was busy digging out scrolls for the walk, examining the contents before returning them, but they had almost reached the facility before Draiss 'found' the one he was looking for. "This should make the next capture easier, disease spell specifically for dragons. Cuts their strength and abilities in roughly half. Only has 2 on the scroll, but I am sure you can find a use for it. Or, if you would rather, you could point me toward the nearest dragons, and I could do all the work for you."<br/><br/>The last was added with a smirk, his reasoning clearly understandable to the cultist leader that if Draiss had to do the work, then Draiss would be the one 'rewarded,' rather than the cultists and the leader. He grinned as examined the prize, walking around the dragoness, idly pleased that they had managed to find one that was merely large, a very comfortable fit for him. He completed one rotation around her, before dropping the illusion, and smirking at her terror. "You will make a fine pet. Now, lets start teaching you your first trick. Roll over."<br/><br/>He walked to her side, checking to see if she 'followed' anyone he cared about, before smirking at her. "Roll over."<br/><br/>He reached back, and unloaded a massive punch into her gut, just behind where her ribs stopped, beginning to break her. A bit of the stick at the start, and it would be needed less later.