A rude snort met Aussir's words when the pale-scaled dragonkin called him 'Lord'. This served the dual purpose of revealing Mojavico's age to be relatively young, but also indicated that he didn't think himself much of a Lord. No more than any drake considered himself. [b][color=f7941d]"[i]Harrok[/i] suits me well enough, Alexander,"[/color][/b] the Copper sniffed, inclining his head. Mojavico listened politely while the half-breed talked, his tail giving a rippling twitch of sympathy for his troubles. [b][color=f7941d]"I can't say I've ever heard of a dragonkin who had it easy,"[/color][/b] he said, lowering his voice as if he was afraid someone might overhear. [b][color=f7941d]"But I have known a few like you and no matter what they started out with, they made something of themselves. My Sky Talon would flay my tail if she heard me say so, but when I'm in [i][i]siladon[/i][/i] I enjoy spending my time with half-breeds, when I can find them."[/color][/b] Siladon translated into 'half form'. Mojavico was a shape-shifting dragon. [b][color=f7941d]"If you're looking for work where that blade will come in useful, go talk to the dwarves at the Merchant Guild. Ask for Morris."[/color][/b] The Copper lifted himself back up to his feet, his rippling wings sounding leathery in the night. [b][color=f7941d]"No, [i]nou'ara[/i] Bane. I have tarried from my patrol long enough."[/color][/b] The dragon fighter strolled forwards, using a claw to casually assist Aussir as he folded up his tent. As he moved closer, there was a sort of sweet smell about him, clinging the way Aussir's own warmth clung to him, and for the same reason. [b][color=f7941d]"Perhaps we shall brush wings sometime when I am not on patrol. Good luck on your hunt, and with finding someone to keep you company."[/color][/b] He gave Aussir a weird knowing look, as though this was not the first time he had comforted a half-dragon with the same doubts Aussir had in his heart. After that, he leaped into the air, his proud wings bearing him aloft into the shadowy night. -- Back at the tavern, Drachiathoryx gazed thoughtfully at the retreating back of her associate. The half-drow scribe seemed to blend naturally into the shadows and was lost to the night. Turning back, the half-dragon sighed smokily and looked down at the leather satchel of books and parchmenet that had just been returned to her after being translated and deciphered. It would be a lot of reading and although the dragoness was eager to peruse the secrets of the books she had found the same night she had stumbled across Genrit'khath's frozen lair, not to mention the strange glyphs from the now-flooded fire temple in the Kerawac, she had possible downed a few too many cinnomony cocktails to focus on the task. Without warning, someone prodded her on the back of the arm with a sloppy finger, and Drachiathoryx could smell the ale on the man's breath before she had even turned to see him. [color=c4df9b]"Oy. Erm. Mah buddies wanna know..."[/color] the drunken human jerked his thumb over his shoulder to where several more equally drunk mercenaries sat at a rough round table, [color=c4df9b]"What does a dragon need titties for?" [/color] The other men burst into blubbering snorts of laughter and Drache's lip peeled back in a snarl. While insults and rude comments were a matter of course for someone like her, she was in no mood to be trifled with. Unable to come up with a witty retort, she simply let her long tail creep around the back of the man's leg before yanking harshly, sending him toppling to the floor. There was a sound of coins rolling across the counter as the dragonkin paid for her drinks, turning to heft her satchel over her shoulder and then step over the squirming man towards the exit. [color=ed1c24]"They're for you and your friends to stare at while telling yourselves you're better than me."[/color] Her tail gave an angry, saucy flick. [color=ed1c24]"You're not."[/color] -- The cool breeze off the sea seemed to steal away some of her simmering anger as she started off towards the end of the street. she didn't fancy flying up to the balcony where she lived with the heavy bag, but she also didn't want to make that long walk. She mentally began listing all those she knew in this part of the city who might be willing to put her up for the night.