She grins. "I actually wouldn't mind seeing that," she says, as she rubs against him, entwining her body with his. "It's hard to focus on things other than what you work on, day in and day out, for years... oh, but you make that so much easier."<br/><br/>The next morning, he wakes to find a half-dozen notes, slid into the door, for him. The earliest ones are from minor lords, though the middle of the pack are from the greater lords, almost exclusively from the 'dragon' faction of the city, with the last and most recent invitation, arriving about the time he wakes, from the high lord himself, an ancient blue dragon that, according to rumors, is nearly two thousand years old, though Draiss would likely know that this dragon was actually the original's descendant, merely carrying on the legacy and masquerading under the first's name and history.