Ancalagon looks at Snively, and wonders if perhaps he had just misjudged the scribe, and then shrugs, saying, "Very well, that will be your job at the castle. If you need anything while you are there, inform me, and I will see that you get it, or something like it."<br/><br/>He shrugs to Raura, not sure how to respond, and continues onward toward the Yuan-Ti. He wonders what the tribe will be like, as he has only second hand stories about them to go by.