"I suspect she's not as stupid as you assume, and that she's attempted it often enough in the past, without success, to attempt again, pointlessly. And I may very well take you up on that, Draiss. And, of course, you and yours are welcome in Dis, any time, although I will be unable to extend sufficient favoritism to ensure their safety in the city," He bows, one more time. "I look forward to sealing our contract, even if it is not in person. You said your avatar will be here? I assume it is capable of fulfilling our deal, legally?" he asks, not wanting to face any complications of their contract.<br/><br/>Another twilight dragon had hatched, recently, barely a newborn, now just a few days old. Still incapable of speech, and barely able to move on its own, Vorela is taking care to raise it and feed it, during its vulnerable first week, before it can fight for itself.<br/><br/>Bahamut replies first, expressing interest, and suggesting they meat at Sveargith's lair, north of Brindol. Io won't respond for another day, his attention focused elsewhere, planning to take his time to construct a proper response.