Oberon had been dreaming for who knows how long, maybe not long at all. He had been riding on Sicarus in the night, it at least looked like, yet the moon was oddly shaped. He was aware that he was being followed, but by what? He tried to look behind but just couldn't come to it. Suddenly he was aware that he was falling and could not find Sicarus anywhere but Oberon was oddly calm and he shut his eyes. Then without warning a mighty clap of thunder struck and he awoke with a start. He really hoped it had been at least an hour before he realized that the thunder was actually a roar. He hadn't though about waking Sicarus as he grabbed his sword and made way to the shouting.
He came upon the mixed group, his sword fixed in his hands- ready to strike at a moments notice. He came to a stop next to Anara, right after Quincy finished talking, and gazed at the newcomer with a deep animosity in his eyes. Is this the reason that he was awoken? Over Axon Sarai, with his demon dragon? Of course it was and when he spoke about what Quincy and Cabhan did, it only sounded logical that they would retaliate in that way. They probably had never heard of him and he was here, hiding in the thickets watching them. Now Oberon didn't know how this started but he was almost confident in what he was about to say.
"Axon Sarai, how strange that we find you here, in the thickets watching us from the shadows," His tone became hardened, "Is it really their fault that they found you, a stranger, and proceeded with appropriate force under this...situation? Just look at you dragon, quite the exquisite thing but you ask anyone back on Caerel about it and they will say it is a myth, regardless if some know that to not be true. Also, the only hate I feel see here, is that you kicked this man in his balls. So, lets all stop with these, emotions, and move on to more important matters. Like, what are we going to do with you?" He finished and relaxed his sword a bit.