“Hmph,” the Blackscale snaps, “I’ve heard the rumours, hunted the truth from the herd of lies. The passages<span style="font-style: italic">are</span>real. Just because your useless rogue is too warmbloodedly<span style="font-style: italic">dozy</span>to find them-” he sneers, the difficulties of his predicament sliding behind the arrogance of his birth. “Perhaps you should’ve brought a lizardfolk instead - but then, they’d have been<span style="font-style: italic">leading</span>you weak warmblood,” you can almost hear his smile, “or<span style="font-style: italic">snacking</span>on you.”