He sighed, and moved through her defense through a barely noticeable hole, ignoring the trade entirely, before shaking his head. "Do you know what is sad? I would not have cared had I not been pulled in by the Red Hand. By using them, she doomed her plan. Instead of being patient like her followers and waiting years, she took a shortcut, and now I will have to kill her to ensure the peace of this world, and I had to kill three kyn and force another into my service, will her nill her, because of her impatience. All she has to do to end the dragonfall war is apologize to her father, and her pride has destroyed hundreds almost as beautiful as you. I will end the suffering of my greater kyn, even if they do not know it, regardless of the cost to myself. I want to create a world where chormatics can climb a willing metallilic at no cost to themselves, and Io wants that as well, or the opposite. And in order to do that, I need your help. When I win, by the way, five turns to checkmate, can I count on your help? I need at least one from both sides to stop the slaughter. The humanoids and monsterous are killing more of our kind than we can replace without us being at war. Please, I need your help."<br/><br/>Something was wrong, they had missed something important, and he knew he had to find it before confronting the Destroyer. He looked up at her, as he moved the last prepatory piece into position, and sealed his victory. "Sharing a hoard with a god, most dragons would cheerfully maim themselves for a bare chance at what you are being offered."<br/><br/>He had admitted he was at least a god, possibly more, and could only hope she agreed and followed through with her word. Otherwise, he would have to find someone else, and her hoard, like so many dragonesses before her, would be added to his own.