He looked up as he smelt the chimeric dragon right before she spoke. "Off to finish my latest job. I am not being paid extra for being help, and I don't need it. You can stay here, safer for you. Pseudotrolls are no easy job, and a gang is even worse. The safest thing for both of you is to stay here. I would have finished it yesterday if I hadn't been recalled for that absurd excuse of a trial. I am already behind schedule, and your blathering is only making my later."<br/><br/>He turned back toward one of the other nearby islands, an unexplored island barely an hour away by flight, and began slowly stretching his wings. Once that was done, he dove off the cliff using the classic maneuver of trading altitude for speed, before snapping his wings open and winging his way to the island, where a group of younger bronzes were planning to explore, but they needed the pseudotrolls taken care of first. Hence, himself.<br/><br/>He flew at speed, finding a favorable wind current to speed up the travel, and was soon winging down to the beach where three young bronze dragons waited for him. He backwinged onto the beach, before approaching the bronzes at a sedate walk. "I know, the pseudotrolls are still alive and on the island. I was..."<br/><br/>The elder of the three brothers gave him a flat look, before cutting him off. "Arrested for treason. We know. The deal is off. But you did take care of one of the things, so you get paid for doing a quarter of the job, since WE know what honor is. Apparently the stories of reds and evil are true."<br/><br/>The bronze tossed him a sack of gems, and Geniserius hissed at the males, who ignored him and began flying back to their home island.