Tyora just sighed a bit at everything going on at the table, especially at the very obvious drunkenness of the fire nymph.  It was actually very entertaining, but, just looking at her, Tyroa couldn’t help but think she was very vulnerable in this state.  Alcohol did that to people very fast.  The sigh was because she knew someone would have to hold back so that someone was at least mostly sober… Why did she feel that had to be her?<span style="color: green"><i>‘Damnit’</i></span>she thought to herself a moment before smiling to the other girls.  Especially at Sirka.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Yes, I am quite familiar with the drink that makes your head all fuzzy.  I am familiar with it on almost a weekly occasion.  It is quite a lovely drink isn’t?”</span>She said while sipping her own drink.  Though her exclamation at seeing Uuranor and the way the little dragonling preened a bit at the attention made the elf laugh.  She wasn’t able to help it at all.<br/><br/>Uuranor ignored his laughing companion, instead pushing his head and neck into the nymph’s petting hands.<span style="color: red"><i>“Finally, someone showing me the respect I deserve.”</i></span>He said, continuing to enjoy the attention, and absorbing some of the natural fire magic from the nymph.  Just small slivers with each touch.  His bonded should be thanking him for the attention instead of laughing at him.  Sirka was closer to her with her attention on him.<br/><br/>Unfortunately the reply from Ylvis ended all that happiness as he answered the previous statement.  Tyora had to stop laughing and Uuranor turned his attention from the elemental to the other elf.  The mirth quickly drained from Tyora’s face before Ylvis was finished.  When he did finish, she actually downed every drop of her glass.<span style="color: green">“Well… shit.  They are being bound after hatching?  I didn’t know that was possible.  My mother said it only happened if the right person touches their egg.  If the Kaiser can forcefully bind them to someone after they are born… and that someone is insane before their minds get some strength…”</span>a short string of curses in elven came out of her mouth.<br/><br/>She had actually wandered why Uuranor was the only one she had ever met.  Even when she had actually looked for more.<span style="color: green">“You’re right.  Let’s not ruin a good night.”</span>She said, though the look on her face said she was still thinking about it.  Why would someone want to enslave them all in such a way that made them insane?  It was obvious Uuranor was uncomfortable with it as well.  He curled back up around Tyora’s neck even with the attention from the Nymph.  Tyora actually poured herself another glass despite her last thought of staying sober.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“The Pirate person was a dark skinned human warlock.  She had shadow/darkness based magic.  And strong.  I had to be careful to not let her feel me absorbing what little magic I could to be ready to escape.”</span>She said, sipping her drink, trying to forget the issues with what she had been told about dragonlings.<br/><br/>Uuranor looked over at Verita at what she had said.<span style="color: red"><i>“I am not sure I want you to touch me… there is something about you that makes me uneasy.  Your magic seems nature based like most I enjoy… but I get an odd feeling about you little human…”</i></span>he paused a little, a little grin spreading to reveal his fangs.<span style="color: red"><i>“I remind you of your grandfather?  He must be rather handsome then.  Most of you humans look the same to me though so he must actually stand out.”</i></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>