Information on Taldor was easy to find - and it related to a potential succession crisis. The current ruler's heir had passed away a number of years ago, and his only surviving child was a daughter. By the laws of the land, only a male heir could inherit, but Princess Eutropia was rallying support to change that, and the highly contentious vote was only a few months away. Most experts weren't expecting anything major to come of it, regardless of how the vote fell, but maybe the dragons knew something the political experts didn't?<br/><br/>Amvaraen, unfortunately, could only shrug. "It varies from dragon to dragon. Some are stiff and formal and use complex rules for speaking rights and observed rules of decorum, while some are much more casual about it, and it's closer to a social gathering that happens to discuss the topic. I can't say I've ever met this dragon, but that's not surprising as I am from northern Avistan, and I believe this one is based out of Garund or even Qadira."<br/><br/>"Probably not," the silver replied. "They're far outside this region; they probably have their own meetings they'd be involved in."<br/><br/>The bouncer would stop both of them. "I'm sorry, the tavern is closed to the public today, the owner is having a special meeting, and has requested that all customers be turned away."<br/><br/>"Ahh, I'm afraid we were not invited, but I believe the owner may want our presence, regardless," Amvaraen said, smiling disarmingly. "Fynnyntyss received the invitation, but respectfully declined, and we offered to attend, as she is our subordinate."<br/><br/>That got the bouncer's attention, and he arched an eyebrow, studying the pair more closely. "I see, and who are you, then?" he asked - as he pulled out a wand and used it to cast a spell around the area the three were standing in, causing the sound in the immediate area to cut off. An anti-eavesdropping spell, apparently.