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Careful examination of the daggers told him his plan wasn't really going to work. He'd been intending to modify the daggers from the treasure trove and give them to Savryn but those screwpoints would make it seem like he was just pawning off what she could use. He wanted to make amends and to do that, it had to mean something. He put the daggers away and sighed, leaning back against one of the barrels as he surveyed his many pockets. Coming upon the dragon scale from Des, he paused and looked thoughtful. Hmm...maybe. Glancing up, he chuckled. "That's what happens when you make deals like you did." Pulling out a small rat he'd found among the water and waving it in Chy's face before dropping it to the deck so it could run. "You've come through worse, though."

Drifter listened again, quietly.

"No mage would face a dragoness without good reason...wether that reason was to the sole benefit of the mage would be in question."

It just didn't make sense. a human mage would never had the learning, the power to take on a full grown female dragon, especially one protecting her offspring. an elven mage could have the learning and power, but they respected dragonkin usually.

"Lycear has hidden strength in him. Tempered by the city as it is. the one of the salt, Saewelquin...his power is in knowledge and brute force."

She was still quite readily putting the recent assaults on the sit on that ones's shoulders. at least...nothing else as of yet gave her reason to think otherwise.

"Should these two meet, you akin it to stormfronts passing into eachother. a raging torrent of blood, fang, scale and claw. and you are sure that the black will overcome the red. That will not do."

lightly taking a seat.

"If the black was the cause of these elemental assaults, how would you propose to fight back?"


"Judging from...my present circumstance, I'd say your a little late on the bad path. and if it wasn't..well...I guess mine, now...whose was it?"

Yes he was leaning back..and enjoying that right now he didn't feel like his veins were filled with liquid fire. but now he was starting to feel the cold of the desert, and absorbing the heat of the sand greedily.


Desdemona was on her way back...there wasn't much in the way of hunting by the necropolis, after all it was a place of death and powerful magics..but there were carrion worms that were more then big enough considering the dragons they fed on. she had one of those in her talons while she glided on the thermal updrafts.

"All we know is that he wasn't from this plane, he was alone, and in one fell swoop he destroyed so much." He didn't really like to talk about it any more than Lycear did, seeing as Lari had been a dear friend. "The question of the victory comes from the will of the combatants." Blinking at her lightly. "How do you fight nature? I suppose only back with nature or take away the resource."

"My daughter's." Snorting at him with narrowed eyes at that notion. "You should splay your wings, it works better to absorb heat through your wing webbing." Though he probably didn't know how to do that so she elaborated then and there. "You work your wings like you do your arms. You won't learn to fly that way but you can at least push them in and out."

"And yet in that explanation, I don't see how you fussing over me is enjoyable or a pay off for you." Speaking of course inbetween her eating and drinking and spasming. "Or is that sarcasm." Frowning to that notion before back to eating. Digging into her side pouch she pulled out a pair of sais that she had grabbed. "Hopefully enough of a reward to properly sell."

He raised an eyebrow at her, nowhere near as conceding or welcoming as Lycear was to her, her kind, or their help. "Are you insinuating, Lady Geomancer, that without you here this place will simply go to ruin?"

"Just like a clumsy hatchling indeed." Snorting lightly but other than that turning her eyes up to the darkened sky, if he was confrontational now, he was not going to like what he had to eat at all whatever it was she brought back.

"We have dragons in our ranks that are kin to the earth as well. The problem comes in not being able to predict when things occur and it is more or less impracticle to keep a force of dragons constantly in natural form at the moment for a what if situation." Eyes shifting to look at her less than usual hand. "Should I be suspicious to think you have one of these?"

He had to force himself not to shrug since she couldn't see it and it was just a natural reaction. "No reason for you to understand everything about me, Vryn. Takes away the mystery." He refused to confirm or deny if he was being sarcastic because he knew she wouldn't understand. She didn't understand, couldn't. Taking the sais from her hands gently, he studied them. "They'll fetch you a pretty price for sure. Draconic items are worth more in the Rider-lands." He'd had a feeling she was going to sell hers which only gave him the motivation to rest them back on her covered thigh so she could do what she wanted with them and begin working on his pet project. The steady scraping of a blade sliding against something hard filled the air and just to fill the silence, he began to sing quietly the song his father had used to put him to sleep when he was a baby.

"which ratio are you looking for? thier mounts and those they are trying to break, or those that are dragonkin twisted against thier own?"

getting up and walking over to the map and looking at it.

"the dragons in training and those broken down are about even. the riders that are dragon kin...for them it is maybe one dragonkin for every ten or fifteen riders. more and more look for quick safety or wealth. many atolls have as little trust to dragonkin as they do to pirates. they fear them more, the idea that one of their kin in anger could do great damage."

a soft smile.

"My dream is possible...but the cost for now is too high a risk. what good would it be to attain my dream, if I lose myself in the process."


Desdemona shrugged.

"she has a point. but there's not much else out here. not exactly like we can find cuisine food in a graveyard."

handing over the slab of it to him, and working on one herself more to let him know yes she'd eat it too.


Hunter looked at the meat in his hand, sniffed lightly...well...that was unappealing. and his sense of smell was stronger to, like his eyesight. so a tentive bite, and good lord that was not a welcome taste. and his face showed it. but, it did make him feel better with something on his stomach, and beggars can't be choosers, now can they. so he took to eating it as rapidly as he could to get past the taste.