Motto hadn’t fully recovered from his embarrassing mistake in the pub when the tribe girl entered.  He took note of her scent as she seated herself next to him and was surprised to see that she had salvaged some of the money he’d been given.  She seemed to know a lot, and Motto was still troubled by what she mentioned earlier about his father when the tall warrior Nikolas entered.  Before he could form the right question, the LoreMaster came in as well as a man that exuded something powerful.  The young hunter’s neck hairs stood on end while he kept his attention on the Princess Dragon lady.  Somethin’ was off about the new guy and Motto’s gut told him to be very cautious.  A peppermint stick hovered in his field of vision and Motto blinked at it.  It was candy of some kind by the look of it.  He accepted it and took a loud bite only to choke on it when the girl said,<br/><br/><span style="color: #9C9C9C"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-size: 115%; line-height: 116%;">“…Yas sur looks lik Papa…”</span></span></span></span><br/><br/>DID SHE REALLY KNOW HIS FATHER?!  It hurt on so many levels, he was speechless.  It was then the Loress began to address the room.  Another unexpected pang of grief struck when she explained about the letters and families.  He wouldn’t be needing any of that but it was interesting to hear about the dragon’s mate.  If Motto understood it correctly, he was to care for an egg, a caged messenger dragon’s mate, and a horse.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://78.media.tumblr.com/60e086fb4209e11be4d95bdcc0abc6ba/tumblr_inline_p33d7hURIy1trff3p_540.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00BF00">“I pick ten!”</span></span>Motto found himself standing and his chair knocked over.  He’d shouted just then.  Somehow all of the information and pressure got mixed up and he made a bit of an outburst.  Slowly, he righted his chair and sat down in it again.