He had been watching Tiamat mostly during that, and the lack of smirk meant he was at least in the right quadrant. She tended to gloat too much for her own good, giving out hints when you were completely wrong, but if you were getting closer, it was rarely seen. Or least, he thought so. Still, he glanced at the shadows, and passed back out, idly wondering what they were in such a damned hurry for. The Brotherhood was stymied currently, cause the most powerful dragon he knew was sitting on the damned tablet, with her pregnant daughter in the next room. Getting it away from her would take an army of dragon slayers, and that would be obvious, letting him respond as well as any bored Fae. No, getting it from her was going to be nearly impossible.<br/><br/>He shook his head, and went to sleep again, figuring he would figure it out later. Along with the Brotherhood's headquarters. It had to be SOMEWHERE.