"I was just making sure. Choice and all that."<br/><hr/>Draiss had just finished putting the finishing touches on the latest version of the Hovertanks, and looked up as Mordin entered. The scroll was allowed to roll itself up, and was then carelessly tossed into a pile behind him. The requirement of sacrifices made him raise an eyebrow. "And what do you need the flower for, what is it, and where do I find it? And I won't be able to leave immediately for it, promised all the hatchlings a story first."<br/><br/>He found he rather enjoyed all the wyrmlings questions, though he made the rules quite clear, a half hour story, some questions, and then a quick look over once a week to ensure they were doing fine. His avatars had finally found the destroyed plane, and were currently surveying it with the help of the Shadow Stalkers and drones, trying to decide how best to cut the plane in half. One for mining, production and very large scale experiments, the other to be converted into his 'heaven'.