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"Dragon," Fabel answered as soon as she had found her voice. She tried to sound firm, though she was talking to a beast that could easily kill her. "You have not even introduced yourself by your proper name. Nor have you explained why or how you have intruded upon our bedroom...and our bed."

She looked down pointedly at the ruined furniture beneath the dragon, although it was not like he had much room to move elsewhere.

The dragon now looked like he was experiencing a mixture of bitter humor and frustration. His head lowered to the woman, his eyes squinting slightly. The neck snaked down to her, and it passed the slave. Apparently, he either didn’t focus on him now or didn’t want to scare him, or some other thought. What mattered was that the dragon was looking into the woman’s eyes, obviously searching for something.

You demand to hear my name? You have yet to introduce yourself, opressor of humans, supporter of slavery, egotistical narcissist. The draconic figure seemed to spat these ideas at her, but continued in a more controlled tone.

You are not the one I am looking for. I am here to help seek revenge to those who harm the man I protect. I do not protect a slave, nor an underling. I protect a human being.

The dragon swiveled his head back to its previous spot, giving a slight wink to the slave as his eye passed by him. I repeat, what say you in defense?

It was best to leave the battle of words to the people... or dragons... that actually knew how to use them properly, Nej figured. Instead, he did what he knew best, which was getting, and staying, between the Mistress Fabel and the Silver dragon. Although, he had to admit, the dragon was seeming less and less of a threat every moment - but Mistress Fabel seemed to be pushing back at the dragon, so, really, anything could happen. At least, as far as Nej was concerned.

Only briefly, when the dragon pulled his neck back, did Nej catch the wink of the Silver, sending a flicker of confusion through him. I don't get it.

You don't need to, just don't get killed. The snide hiss from Nonriavi had an obvious overtone of humor, but still unsettled the poor slave boy slightly.

Fabel put her hands on her hips. "My name," she emphasized, "Is indeed Fabel. And he is Nej. Welcome." She didn't sound entirely sincere. "The two men that you ask after, surely you mean the two that were under my command, although you would never be able to find them with such a poor description as that. We have our own reasons for question your..."

You could almost hear the click in her head. "You're the thing that smashed Jhovam's room to pieces! Tell me, did Jhovam tell Isabel about you? Would you know if he did? Where is he? What have you done with him! He was in pain because of you!" Never mind the roughing up her own men had done to him before that.

’Ygrashmak! Red lizard winged things are licking me!’

’Not now Jhovam, I am a little busy.’

Ygrashmak sighed mentally to himself. This was not going to plan. He planned on scaring the very solid waste of the mortal thugs right out of their weak forms, not some woman and slave. Ah well, they might as well be helpful. And he might as well be honest to them. For the moment, he blocked off his connection from Jhovam so his emotions would not disillusion the poor boy. The draconic figure coughed slightly, and in a more peaceful and less booming voice, he explained.

I am, in a way, tied with the 'slave' Jhovam. I protect and help him, and he does the same for me. We are connected, and we feel each other. We found out that we can switch places, and so I took the boy's place. I tried earlier, but he resisted. But I had to. It was the best way. Now that I have been honest, it is your turn. Where are the torturers of Jhovam?'

Ygrashmak watched the woman, but seemed to not want to hurt either of them. After all, this woman helped Jhovam, and that was worth noting. He was starting to feel regret for scaring the poor slave. He didn't mean to. Honest!

Oh, and if it matters, my real name is Ygrashmak. He added hastily, knowing very well that the mortals couldn't say his name on their stiff tongues.

(( I decided to change the open thought style, so you can see the dfference between private telepathic communication and open telepathic communication. ))

Nej looked over at Fabel when she put her hand on his shoulder, and when she stepped up beside him he took a step to the side. Mistress Fabel obviously intended to speak with the Silver about matters she found important (ones that Nej didn't have the place to know or talk about). But whatever way, he stood very close by, in case situation got... messy.

Nonriavi himself, it seemed, was preoccupied with something else entirely. Huh. Ygrashmak, Ygrashmak, Ygrashmak...

Nonriavi?

Hmm. Ygrashmak. I'seems familiar... Hmm, where, where...

It was getting very hard to listen to Mistress Fabel and have the Bronze mumbling in his head like this. His really very poor hearing didn't help the matter either. ...You are absolutely no help, you know that?

Shush, Nonriavi hissed, I'm thinking.

Fabel felt the shakes come on when Ygrashmak breathed on them, and came close to her yet again. She wasn't sure how long she could keep up this bravado. That was a shame, too, since it seemed to be working so well.

"P-Please, just let us... hide you. Don't go... you could...you could h-elp us so." She didn't mean for her statement to be cryptic, but she felt that the matter of hiding him was paramount. The helping they could talk about later. "I can bring my m-men to apologize."