"Your dispute is with any I would call ally," Tylya growled. Humans could never get the idea out of their head of Dragons being lone creatures living in caves on a bed of gold and riches. Not that Raven's loyalty was as certain as the villagers she had served her entire adult life. "I<em>worship</em>the blood of Dragons, the blood that runs in my veins from two generations," Tylya continued proudly. "I<em>serve</em>my grandfather, in whom the blood runs pure. Bahamut the Platinum Dragon is he who fathered all the noble Dragonkind, and so his blood is beyond pure."