[@Aspen Wren]

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[center][h2]Some time later...[/h2][/center]

His head rested against the backboard of her bed, the smell of smoke lingering in the air as he let out another drag of the burning tobacco from his lungs. Scratching his chin, the dragon gave Laurel a sidelong glance, a satisfied look resting on his face. [color=9e0b0f]"Well that was fun."[/color] He chuckled lightly as he looked up towards the ceiling and frowned as reality returned. Despite the initial [I]fun[/I] there would be multiple repercussions to his little escapade. Sulleykaar put those thoughts to the side as he started to remember what he was going to do. [i][color=9e0b0f]"Vlad...Nearly forgot about him."[/color][/i] Recalling the story the gifted told him, he let out a sigh of agitation. Sulley was not one to [I]always[/I] put someone in their place but he did damn well enjoy it, only because someone decided to go after his little [I]treasure[/I]. He was still a dragon, and he still had dragon tendencies with one of them being protecting what was his. Now, spending time with humans over his still aging lifetime he had learned a bit about them and that one of those things was the difference between monetary value and sentimental value. Laurel, Kiara, Morgan and the rest of them fell under sentimental value. They were friends to him and one of them had been recently attacked, twice. Needless to say that that witch had provoked a rather vengeful wyrm of fire. Well, more or less made it an inconvenience to him. He wouldn't have cared if he held no ties to them but unfortunately for the young witch, Vlad? Was that his name? He poked the proverbial bear and would receive retaliation for said attack but first he would need to hear his side, not that he cared much for it anyway. 

[color=9e0b0f]"Laurel my dear, I think its about time we get ready. We have a witch to hunt down...Hmmm....Ignore that. Just made me sound racist towards witches and warlocks... Just get up and lets go [I]talk[/I] to Vlad." [/color] He turned to the edge of the bed and stood up, his muscles flexing as he stretched and made his way to the shower. Few minutes later he was out and dressed another cigarette in his mouth and already lit. The dragon waited by the door for her, ready to go.