Ome blinks sleepily, still trying to figure out what's going on, as he turns to Sarah. He sighs abit at her comment, shaking his head. "I didn't think so, that would of been to easy. But, where are my manners? Ome Quicksilver, at your service." He gives a slight bow, smiling to her, then blinking as he hears a roar, glancing at the true dragons, wondering what caused that reaction.