'Clydus' had taken the lead, stomping along with his limp and his walking staff. However, underneath the gruff exterior, the refined Ducard was thinking. He had intended to approach the dragon from the air, with his wings, and summon a demon or two to handle the details. However, now he was going to have an audience, and he was stuck on how to slay a dragon without resorting to any of his abilities that might give away the disguise. Even using his clawed hand would likely be enough to throw his disguise, with an Oligarch present.<br/><br/>Even one in the state of Lilith, who was strangely hyper. Lilith was known for being somewhat strange, but not bubbly. It was out of character, and it was one more thing that was throwing off any plans Ducard might be making; an unexpected variable. When she might return to her more controlled self, how impaired her functions might be, the works. He would have to leave more wiggle room in whatever scheme he might came up with, and the difference between wiggle-room and imperfections was, for all intents and purposes, luck.<br/><br/>Ducard hated relying on luck. It was gut-wrenchingly sloppy.<br/><br/>(We can take this to the Outlands thread anytime)