Shyrath does indeed lie down again, rolling onto her side and dozing lazily. The life of a dragon is a splendid one indeed.<br/><br/>Selvia is in her room, performing a small dance. It seems she's practicing her skills, and is still very beautiful and graceful. Shale is, on the other hand, moping a little. Possibly even brooding or sulking. It appears it will take some time for her to get used to being a slave instead of a ruler.<br/><br/>The other three all seem to be training in the barracks, fighting in short, non-lethal bouts to test their skill levels. It appears good-natured.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Shale and Selvia both nod and remain put. Selvia quickly starts talking to Shale, hoping to perk her up a little.<br/><br/>The town doesn't even have guards - after all, if anything fierce is approaching, it's usually big enough to see from a distance, right? If it's human sized then it's friendly, right?<br/><br/>People mostly ignore Ancalagon, as he clearly seems to be there for business, not idle chit-chat, and it doesn't take him long to find a general goods store.<br/><br/>"Allo thar, 'ow kin ae 'elp yew?" he says in his 'country bumpkin' voice.