Kyra kept herself occupied with her new-found goblin follower, socializing little with anyone else throughout dinner. Groog was constantly asking questions and Kyra was answering them just ask quickly. Groog ate a meal of local wild fowl quickly, even though he was given a rather large portion. Kyra, being able to eat almost only fish, was glad that a shipment had come in just the day before and the price was low. The dragon ate her fill and when Groog had finally begun to tire she took him up to their room and put him to bed.<br/><br/>Kyra returned to the dining room and made herself comfortable in front of the blazing fireplace beside an old dog whom had long since stopped caring who, or what, sat beside him. It was refreshing to feel the warmth on her scales after such a cool night. She listened to the chatter fade as the night drew on and more of the guests retired for the night. There were only a few guests who remained after midnight to either continue to speak of important matters in very low tones or attempted to share a few sweet words with one of the waitresses, of which neither Kyra was very interested in listening to.  No stranger bothered her, nor spoke a word of complaint to her about being a dragon, although earlier in the night she felt the weight of numerous eyes watching her closely.<br/><br/>The young red dragon, despite appearing to be asleep, could not put her mind to rest. Her thoughts were filled with questions that she longed to ask both Drake and Black. Kyra had not yet gotten a chance to ask Black of his past, or inquire about why he might seem familiar to her.  She also did not get the chance to share a few more words with Drake. Kyra had spent many years searching for someone to mentor her, and now she has found him. But being such a legendary Master, would he be willing to teach someone of such low magic comprehension as she? All of these sorts of questions raced through her mind, along with many others that would go seemingly forever without an answer.