"I see..." keeping her tone neutral, after all she did not believe, given all that he had said and done so far, that he would have the masses flocking to him for advice just yet. He was still young to this time, this realm, and had yet to see nor explore the new world with his own eyes. After all it had been years upon years since his mother had given birth to his egg, and heavens even knew if the elders he'd inherited the memories from were still alive or what time they had passed on the memories.<br/><br/>Stiffening as she felt a warm tongue rake up the back of her cloak, she gave him a deathly sharp stare as she flicked thick strings of saliva from her. "Be warned I am liable to give you a nasty stomach ache," she replied all cold and calculating. She was quite literal, she'd slice him from navel to nose and bath in his guts if he attempted to eat her. She had her ways. "A word of warning: do not get cocky dragon."<br/><br/>Turning to face her dragon she flicked some of his saliva back at him, catching him in the eye. "Dizzard...you think me some blundering fool? Do you think I just sat and waited for my next lesson, my next order, my next mission like some good little slave? No. But you are right... to a degree. However, it will not be me that kills the King, for you see it will be the 'fat old lizard' that kills him," she told him, a wicked look in her eyes, though her face remained stoic. "All I will doing is enjoying the show."<br/><br/>Her look turned deathly cold. "Then your dream shall die here Astarot, lest I willingly free you from this bond," she tilted her head to the side. "And I shall not do that until I have no more use for your assistance." Her words were sharp, cold and unkind. "You see, I do not make friends or allies, I make tools or pawns, to be used as I see fit. And right now they are strategically placed or ready to use in my desire for revenge. Not in some pathetic pursuit for jewellery and a title I have no use for," she told him frigidly.<br/><br/>Giving the dragon a sudden scrutinising gaze at his choice of words, she said, "I never said anything about it being my parents land and home that he resided in. I said he had my parents prized weapons. My home was set ablaze and left to burn what remained of my heritage that night. Those weapons, ash, memories and revenge are all I have left of them...." She took a step towards her dragon. "What knowledge did your elders bequeath you, Astarot that you would say such a thing?" Her eyes a dangerous black.<br/><br/>"<i>Please</i>be aware in choosing your words and actions wisely, Astarot," her tone laced with dangerous warning. "Do not pretend you are doing me a favour. Unless you would like to enjoy the luxury of two meals a day made up of putrid scraps, and chains that poison you for your efforts for the rest of your lifetime," she told him. Because that was exactly what would happen if they didn't move soon and they were caught. Elder or no, you could still enslave one through its Masters bond. "Show me this form first, only then will I contemplate whether it is in my best interest to head south...<i>after</i>I have retrieved my parents weapons from Sir Fergus's cold dead hands that is," she said, hands on hips, waiting.