The tiny cat rolls his eyes, takes a<em>deeeeeeeep </em>breath, and answers both men in a rather bored tone that might bring the name Alan Rickman to mind were it not at such a high pitch.<br/><br/>"The Plateau of Leng, as long as it takes, dragons aren't demons, it is called the Tome of Questions, those castles belong to the lords and ladies of the Dreaming, that would depend on what is desired, and as ought to have been obvious from the outset I am not bound to the Knight Despondent.  Now, if it's all the same to you, I'd rather not be here if the local gentry find us.  They're not what you mortal-born would call friendly."