"Mouse," Mouse said to Talion, watching the mercenaries carefully as they went - if they went, "there used to be more, but it's just Mouse now. I don't 'don't like her.'" She took a deep breath, looking back at where the others were. The Mnemon was making such a show of kindness and piety! It made her sick. Or maybe that was the acid. "My people suffered under the yoke of hers. We rebelled, tried to throw off our chains, and the only reason there's any of my people left is because I took as many as I could find and we<em>ran</em>. I'm sure she's full of fire and rage because the other Dragons turned on her, but don't mistake that for shaking off what she is. If she can figure out a way to use us to get back what she had, she'll do it," she snapped her fingers, "like<em>that</em>."<br/><br/>"And she is," Mouse winced, acknowledging it was almost as painful as nearly dying, "well, you saw. She's a<em>lot</em>better than me. If she sees her chance, I might not be able to stop her. Make sure you're ready to."