At this point the dragonfolk was just upset. These two were just common adventurers, hot-tempered and free-willed. Even if they were plotting against his home town, he'd never hear it from them. Geno hated it when people threatened him, and he hated it when people said they did as they pleased. The dragonfolk killed many thieves with that mindset, but he wasn't about to tell these two that.<br/><br/>Geno shook his head, trying to let out the right words to somehow end the argument correctly. "Yeah, I know, you helped out.<span style="font-style: italic">Thanks</span>. And ya know, it wasn't really my idea to come talk to you in the first place, so<span style="font-style: italic">lay off</span>. Just forget I asked you anything. You're clearly above answering my questions, anyway... I guess me being worried about my home doesn't mean much. Yeah, sorry to bother you...<span style="font-size: 92%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">'Mincemeat'</span>, right...</span>"<br/><br/>As the dragonfolk's words trailed off into a mumble he could only rub his head and wonder why he let Cecil talk him into this.