Looking up at the two Dragons as they began their descent, Draven felt obligated to remind both the monk and the priest of his position.

"You know Ruchion, Grek, I had been a lifelong follower of Cilnara."

He looked to the Mokai priest.

"And I expected to awake in her embrace when I died, but I awoke charred and naked in Goramesh instead."

He strode towards the Dragons, finishing his thought by speaking over his shoulder.

"Now I'm inclined to believe that NO god deserves my praise."

Looking towards Khael'an and Gadarir, he increased his pace to greet them, bowing.

"My Lords, we are glad of your arrival. What news?"