It took his advisors finally cornering him and demanding details before he finally told them the intent of what he was doing. When they inevitably asked why he was doing this, he sighed, before letting his wings droop, the leading edge resting on the ground, the equivalent of a dragon being utterly exhausted. Or so he thought. "Because I know fuck all about being a dragon. I explained the conditions of my... lets go with upbringing, and while it was great for certain things, it failed utterly at teaching me anything about what I am. I have no clue if me being able to do anything about being a dragon is normal. I know for a fact I am... small for my age, even if I am not sure what that number exactly is. That the dragon is a silver, and likely to be a powerful ally is just a nice coincidence. And before any one complains about 'wasting' this scroll, it is mine. I got it using my hoard, and the kingdom wasn't charged a clipped copper piece to get it."<br/><br/>He handed the scroll to Anke, and then moved back, settling against one of the smaller pillars in the corner of the room, and let the aasimar prove her skills as a diplomat. She had been told she would be in charge of soothing the revived dragon, so as to undeniably prove her qualifications as a diplomat. That didn't mean he wasn't already cloaked in a resist energy (cold) spell, ready to dive in if the dragon reacted poorly to the situation. Not that he expected it, but it was better to be prepared.