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Tyros knew that he and Sigilos needed to return to the others as quickly as possible. Concentrating all of his attention, Tyros summoned a lot of his energy and focused on an image of what he would become. With a large grunt, Tyros released the power. A huge blast of light flowed from his body, completely enveloping him. Inside the light Tyros was changing. His wings were shrinking into his body, disappearing completely, the spines on his back sank into the scales and disappeared. Tyros's tail shrank back up his spine. Tyros's muscles became smaller, his front legs became arms, his hind legs became human legs. The scales on his body seemed to melt and became tan human skin. His muzzle shrank and became a nose, and a mouth. White hair sprouted from the top of his head. Claws became fingers and toes. Last, the slits in his eyes became round like human eyes. The light dimmed and where Tyros the dragon once stood, was a human with a blue tunic, with chain-mail underneath it. Black trousers were on his legs, and brown boots were on his feet. Looking at Sigilos, and grinning at his success. Tyros now looked like a human in his mind twenties. "Well, what do you think Sigilos?" Tyros asks.

Shaklaar strode over to the two, gripping a slab of pork and a glass of water. He seated himself in a wooden chair next to Shaydra, casting wary eyes over Falcor. For a while no one spoke.
Then Shaklaar said, "Hello, Silversky. Who is this man you have brought here? No doubt a dragon, judging by scent." His voice was quiet and smooth, but you could hear the anguish and sorrow hidden in the voice.
"Don't call me Silversky, I am Shey," Shaydra hissed. "And Grandpa will speak for himself."
"Alright," Shaklaar said. He turned to Falcor and held out a paw, his face still emotionless. "Nice to meet you, sir. What name would you go by as a human?"

Falcor studied his hand but did not move, "My human name for now is Peter, usually I do not have one or I am called Grandpa. It is very noc to meet you too." Falcor raised his eyes and met the black dragons full on.

"Excuse me!" Falcor was only angered when he was accused of something he was not guitly of, and right now he was mad. "I do not despise you! I do not know you and have no opioin!" Falcor rose slightly in his chair.

A few people raised their heads. Shaklaan bowed to Falcor. "I am sorry for accusing you for what I do not know. I am not one of those people who read faces very well. If it would be possible, I would like you to calm down; I am uncomfortable with attracting attention."
Shaydra just watched silently, eyes flickering between the two. Her eyes flickered to the doorway, too, and saw Tyros and Sigilos.

He rested one hand on Tyros' shoulder.

*Be still, young one. Follow me, and let those two deal with their business. I'm sure they know what their doing. I can follow their scent to the room, and pick the lock. We'll wait for them in the room.*

He headed across the crowded common room, toward the stairs at one end.

Shaydra kept on watching silently, even when she could hear Sigilos's voice. She kept her attention on Shaklaan.
"Well, then," Shaklaan said, rubbing his paws, "There is a black dragon by the name of Shagon who is looking for a gold and a white. I am not sure if he has found them, but he is clever, being the leader of the Evil dragons, and he has probably found them, if they exist."
He watched a server girl hand Falcor tea, then continued, "I am Shagon's first son. I know his battle tactics, plans, and plots."