<span style="color: red">"Considering I make a living by providing aid and comfort to those that need it, yes, I am one to talk about it. I'll keep that in mind then, but it's good you don't trust me, it'll make it easier for me to kill you if it ever comes to that. I hope you don't make it come to that, you're too young to die by my hand."</span>Her growl was responded to by the near deafening sound of grinding gears, a sound made even worse as it echoed throughout the room.<span style="color: red">"You are a dragon, now you're just a failed experiment, a monster of poorly constructed spells crudely slapped together and held together by scales and hate. You aren't scary or awe inspiring, you're sad and pathetic, lonely, miserable and not worth a damn thing to anyone... but there people in this city who look for people like you to keep company. Correction, you would try to hurt me." </span>There was another grinding of gears before the sound of hooves was heard quickly leaving the room.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>