[center][b]Feuertanz, Schwarzenburg Gate[/b][/center]
On an impulse, Feuertanz slipped the little golden candelabra off his neck and pressed it into Alina's nervous hands. He says nothing for it, only flashing her a friendly and reassuring smile. "Well, I'm sure you can guess my stance on fighting!" Declares the small quilava, who nonetheless may well be among the tallest of the group by simple virtue of race. Lusser's remark held his attention for a moment as he went on to elaborate. The reference to the dragon's criminal background completely flew over his head though - the banker's son wasn't at all off the mark when he thought of Tanz's naivete. "But! ...If it comes to that, if it truly comes to that, I am confident in Anhara's gift." [i]Of course he was.[/i] Without flare or ceremony, the acolyte rolls his paw over and snaps his fingers, spinning a small and simple flame into existence, cupped in his palm and cradled close to his breast. He showed no caution toward the cloth, which seemed almost to pull the little flame inward.  

In any case, now he turned his full attention to Eralion. He dismissed the fire, waving his paw as though wafting smoke, and bows to the supposed knight. "In any case, though it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,  It grieves me to hear that you have suffered such treachery. I hope that Sabiland agrees with you, even if it is not quite home. We will always be a singular people, regardless of the flag that flies in our castle." He gestured offhand to the Moere banner, rising over the square in which a second expedition was gathering, well out of earshot.