He shrugged, suddenly looking tired and a bit smaller than he had before. "Whee. Just my luck. First the clan master sends over someone to rough me up for daring to have a brain, and now this. My year just keeps getting better and better. Is there anything else that you should probably mention that would make my day? Me being appointed as a liaison between the Bloodletters and the Illsnow clan perhaps?"<br/><br/>Even he knew about the rivalry and damn near open warfare between those two clans, the Illsnow clan being a mostly white dragon clan with a few chimerics that had an unnatural ability to summon oversized frost and cold elementals. He turned and slunk back into his lair, feeling tired and hungry, but not wanting to do more than just soak for a bit in the lava lake. Maybe getting something warm on his scales would make him feel better...