"So...Slvabard..." Rorik began.<br/>"No...keep quiet. I wisssh to sssavor the moment." Slvabard said, his reptilian tongue hissing as he talked.<br/><br/>Slvabard was a dragon of sorts- a lesser, at the most. Sentient, unable to breathe fire, this was a more human version of a dragon.<br/><br/>"Sso...you sssurivived? Goood...I will need you asss...bait..." he said behind Rorik's back. He turned his head to a bundle of crew who had apparently hidden below deck, "Get ready...we're leaving..."<br/><br/>As the crew turned to get ready to leave, Rorik could only feel a sense of frustration and helplessness at his current situation. Slvabard wasn't a fool- he'd probably be ready for whatever they could throw at him.