That glare from the Master of Lore, Jalynfein had seen it all before; from everyone he came across minus those of a magical bent, that viewed him as more a curiosity than an abomination but which came first was anyone's guess.  His glance followed the instructor as he moved about the room, focusing his attention there; listening.  Deciding it was best to keep his mouth shut unless directly addressed or prompted to, the half-dragon considered the possibilities of his answer.  Why did they survive in the early years after being chased from the surface?  The immediate answer was of course, Lolth, but the Master had asked for the<em>other</em>reason why.  Then one of the female students chimed in with the inherent intolerance of weakness, only to get "partial credit" for it; while it was right, in the sense of the present, it wasn't what Hatch'net was searching for.<br/><br/>Then he spoke up, "Because of our hate for those who'd caused it. Why should we have let those fairies have such a victory over us when we're clearly superior?" He replied.  "Another reason may be the fact that we can ally with each other toward a common goal."  He knew his answers may be foolish and was braced for the fist Hatch'net may issue in response.