Azarias listened to Allandra briefly explain what it was that she did. His curiosity was peaked my her mention of protecting the most important. What was it that was of such importance to her and her kin? He had very little actual information on her kin as most books or scrolls on them had either not survived the last war, or were full of nonsense and fairy tales. If he played his cards right, or if Allandra was as big a sap as he had been led to believe, then getting a little more information on her people should be easier than trying to piece together truth from fiction as he had been doing.<br/><br/>Storing this piece of information away until it may be of better use to him, Azarias once more listened to the faerie dragon speak.<br/><br/>He refrained from scoffing at being compared to Phaelyn.<br/><br/>"I would rather rip my own tongue from my mouth than think of myself as similar to that rat." The prince spat in defense. "She did nothing to help her own tribe, I am trying to stop them from being eradicated by their own stupidity." Closing his eyes, Azarias took a breath. He couldn't allow for his anger to get the better of him if he was to have any chance at winning Allandra over. He would need to remain level headed, and very unlike what the other tribes though of his own.<br/><br/>When he had calmed himself somewhat, he simply laughed at the faerie dragon's reactions and accusation.<br/><br/>"What's wrong with me?" He laughed again, not a lighthearted, joyful sound, but more malicious, and dark. "Isn't that a question we should really ask about everyone? I mean, how else would we have gotten where we are without a little wrongness in the world?" He could see how cautious she had become after his little stunt. Crossing his arms, Azarias watched the faerie dragon with a trace of a smirk on his face.<br/><br/>"You know, if we can't learn to trust one another, I'm afraid we've got little hope of solving anything."