As Valsefiel observed Ruurik, he had no doubt she was trying to gather some measure of his worth, as she moved to the room he too followed where she looked. The room had a high domed ceiling, near the apex though there was a hole just large enough for a single winged being to make their way in or out, however with the highly vaulted ceilings it would be possible to train in the air without having to expose one's self to too much of the elements. Where the roof curved upward there were multiple statues, many of dwarves in battle armor, holding axes and hammers, Ruurik never understood other races penchant for statues. Ruurik had always assumed it was the other mortals attempt to achieve something that would last forever, to the dragons though it seemed a foolish notion as they had seen plenty of statues crumble to dust. Looking back at the angel though Ruurik couldn't help but think that angels were probably fond of statues too, they all tended to look very statuesque at least.<br/><br/>Ruurik looked back to the training dummy he had sent flying, in truth it took only a fraction of his power to break the dummies stand, the training he had been doing was more to commit movement to muscle memory more than to increase or even maintain his strength. If Ruurik had hit the dummy as hard as he could it likely would have shattered into fragments, magic seemed to infuse the entire being of a dragon, making them incredibly powerful, even the smaller dragons were capable of feats of incredible strength. To call the dragons mortals was a bit of a misnomer, they did indeed age but they only grew stronger with age, and never in the dragon's long recorded history had there been a dragon to die of old age. After hitting the final stage of their life cycle dragons tended to grow larger the longer they lived, some of the ancient dragons were larger than most mountain's. Although the larger dragons slept for centuries at a time, it took a lot of energy to move their massive and fearsome bodies, not a single ancient dragon had entered the battlefield in this war yet, Ruurik wasn't even sure if the dragons knew that the dragons had yet to even awaken the most powerful among them.<br/><br/>"My kind rarely tolerates the presence of Dragon Slayers", Ruurik explained doing his best not to glare at the angel. Dragons rarely dined with their enemies, it was commonly known among mortals that if you made an enemy of a dragon it would dine on you before it would with you. Granted such behavior was really only common among elder dragons, that had entered their final stage of life, which made them easily the oldest beings in the mortal realm beyond other dragons. Many kingdoms knew that they ruled at the pleasure of the dragons, a single elder dragon could lay waste to many of the smaller kingdoms with little effort, Dragons weren't inclined to take it by force though. Although some of the larger kingdoms had tricked themselves into believing that the dragons feared the long struggle against them, after all when you lived longer than the other beings of your plane it was easy to just bide your time till your enemies dropped dead of effects of time.<br/><br/>"The fae would like us to talk peace though so I shall treat you as an esteemed guest", Ruurik finished with a flourish of his wrist and a deep dramatic bow to the angel. As Ruurik rose she was nearly upon him, the prince's wrist turned upward in an instant, his claws ready to plunge into her, after all a dragon was never truly unarmed. When she spoke of his scent though he almost smiled and laughed, his hand relaxing and falling limp at his side, if the dragon was capable of blushing he would be. Instead the angel might notice a slight uptick in the temperature of the room and his scent growing stronger, when a dragon got worked up they started to produce even more heat than usual and their scents tended to fill the air more fully.<br/><br/>"Uh. . . . . most of the mortal realm have a distinct scent. My kind tend to have the most discernible scent, although it is unique between dragons", Ruurik managed to explain, stammering slightly as he started. Most angels lacked a distinct scent, although the smell of their magic was distinctive to those with the knack for such things, Ruurik was unsure if there were no smells in the angelic realm, or if they were just surprised by them coming from a sentient. The dragon prince cleared his throat as she finally stepped away, her question caused the thought at the back of his mind to stir, she had been enthralled by his scent.<br/><br/>"I can accompany you to the kitchens, I am told that your people sent ingredients to satisfy an angelic palette. Although we are also equipped with all the delicacies of the mortal realm", Ruurik explained as he waved away the attendants and began to lead Valsefiel towards the kitchens. It would probably be a good idea to order the kitchens to prepare a meal for all of the guests, it shouldn't be too much longer till everyone arrived after all. The kitchens were on nearly the opposite side of the palace though so there was a long walk ahead of the dragon and angel.