He sighed, and stood up, before focusing his mind on his children, away from the horrors he had inflicted. It would be terrifying for anyone else, but for him, it was merely fact and history. Ancient history at that. He grinned as Even glomped his shoulder, and then scrambled up onto his head before vanishing, and shook his head in amusement, idly wondering how his dragon kits where doing, before turning toward the stalkers, and glaring at them, picking the materialized beyonder as the next dream memory he would invoke, but directed toward them. "You can either come out, or I can drive you out into the open. I dislike being watched. Show yourselves or be designated as hostile, and treated accordingly."