<div class="floatright">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/049/2/4/dragon_boy_by_sakimichan-d4q2z34.jpg)</div><br/>Liltanyanda smiled broadly. That was very useful information.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: decorative;">"'Where ruins of past glory lie, a stone woman doth weep. Under sky and clock that marks the dusk, you will find the keep'."</span>He repeated.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: decorative;">"I will remember it. That information is surely worth a favour, Rosalind."</span>A normal human, or elf, or whatnot, they would no doubt die from drinking such a thing. But he, perhaps that would help to unlock more of his heritage. He would never be a true dragon like his mother, but he did not want to be. He wanted to be something more. So, to the fairies of Sequade he would go, one day in the future.<br/><br/>When Rosalind asked him for his blood, he shrugged. He had a lot of blood, and really, he only needed three quarters of it at any one time. A drop, or a cup, for that matter, was barely anything.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: decorative;">"Your price is low indeed."</span>He said as he reached up his hand to hers. His touch was as cool as a lizard's.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: decorative;">"Your information is worth much more than a bit of red. I will give some blood gladly, and still offer my services. Do you have anything that you desire of me, perhaps a pest to rid yourself of, or an item that you desire? While I do not have the ability to give you anything so valuable as the information you have given me, I do wish to offer something."</span>