The arrival of the hybrid dragon, in plain view of<em>hundreds</em>of dragons, mortal and divine alike, silences everyone around them, almost instantly, although he'll notice Tiamat's white head watching it, clearly greedily, likely plotting how she might go about kidnapping the little whelp. "I think we can handle the rest of the situation from here, with your constructs as assistance," Bahamut replies. "Be well, Archdragon."