Murring in pleasure at finally having a mate he could respect, Ancalagon flips his cloak out of the way, and says, showing off his wings, "If something did go wrong, I myself can fly, although at a much slower pace than you.<br/><br/>But let us not so our wrath to those who have not earned it, but rather punish those who earn it. I suspect it will take a while to break her, however, so worry not, she will receive punishment.<br/><br/>I think we should leave Thar-nysk and Selvia here, to protect our hoard. Shall we go show this whore what it means to try and overshadow the draconic goddess, Shyrath? I will meet you outside the enterance to our castle. I will inform Thar and Selvia as to our plans."<br/><br/>Heading out of the throne room, Ancalagon whistles to himself, imagining this place full of female slaves, concubines, and servants, serving him and his mate. He runs into the girls downstairs, and tells them, "Syrath and I are going to collect someone, and will be returning with a slave or few. You two are equal to each other, so I expect both of you to get along. Or I will be unamused, and not in a way you will like, Thar-nysk. We should be back around sundown."<br/><br/>He gave them a moment to ask questions, since both of them were above the level of servant in his book, before answering them and leaving to go rape a would be goddess.