Hermes shook his head at the dragon comment.  This appeared as little more than a blur... causing his golden lockes to shimmer almost like molton copper for a few minutes.<em>"No no no no no no.  Not a real dragon... "</em>He paused, unsure how to continue.  Everything he percieved could be warped by his slipstream relationship with time and space.<br/><br/>The young boy glanced aside to see what servents brought in wine and served her.<em>"Yes yes yes.  Its gotten pretty bad.  Hephaestus thinks someone is using them... like living components to a monumental in scale manifestation.  We are not sure... who... yet."</em>He was understandably uncomfortable continuing.  He was obviously afraid an enemy might hear him or something.<br/><br/><em>"We can leave whenever possible.  Its been almost a week, since I last saw him.  I had to exhaust all possibilities first.  He may be in a rough way."</em>Without thinking about it... the way someone who is nervous might shuffle their feet a bit from side to side... Hermes shuffled through space... seeming to appear in two or three different places and positions as he was so troubled by the discussion before returning with a blur to almost exactly where he had been just mere moments ago.<em>"You must be clear headed, though.  We may encounter titanspawn... or worse."</em>