"You have no idea who you speak to do you?" Paeter asked, raising an eyebrow and letting out a laugh. "I know Ariadne is reluctant to speak of her past but..." He looked over at her, sighing. "She's going to kill me for telling you this but...Your companion is no mere Elven Ranger, that ring she wears is a ring of the Throne of Dae'valos. Ariadne...Ariadne is second in line to the Elven throne, she is a royal, so I would choose your words extremely carefully." He turned to Cefrey. "Go to her, she has not reacted that way in some time, something is wrong." He turned back to Barty. "I would be careful insulting the Elf, matters north of here are worse than even she realises. There are rumours of a Trollstorm forming north of here," he said, taking a large gulp of his drink. "If you don't get to the dragons before that happens, nothing between here and Dragonblight is safe."<br/><br/>Ariadne had her head buried in her hands, visibly shaking in a way she didn't want the other two to see, quite glad that Paeter and Nathan were nowhere nearby.