Draiss gave her a flat look as five more slates appeared on his table, the weekly reports from survey teams in what was expected to be a high tainted area. He picked one up, and then grinned at her. "Thank you very much, your highness. Your approval has silenced the last of my doubts, so I will debate at about a week. Try to avoid blowing something up before then, I might decide to use it to cover my escape, I mean exit."<br/><br/>He sent a request for the constructs inside the Iron City to relay Draiss' intent to come visit for information exchange at the chosen date, so him getting diverted to the first layer was... surprising to say the least. He looked around, and summoned up his battle gear, before making his way to the nearest portal leading down, while sending a thought to the construct hiring house to inform Lord Dispater that he had been shunted to the first plane of Hell, and would be arriving at some point, depending on whether or not the portal guards wanted to fight or not.