[i]”What’s... going on?”[/i]

The new figure in the shape of a man rather than the cat did not dare withdraw his focus from the dragonkin, let alone did he not so much as drop an inkling of acceptance of the events against him. If anything it was now more suspicious and distrustful than before, having been tried and tested by threat of a sword and bite of a magic spell. This was not without reason, good reason at that, as the outsider had said one thing now but his actions a moment before were tellingly different, so different that had the druid not complied that the warlock might have actually attempted to force him to. Regardless if the dragonborn did or did not have that intent all along, the man did not judge from what [i]might[/i] be rather what the perception was.

And when dealing with regular men unaccustomed or initiated to these things of the wild, that point of watchfulness was a factor to keep alive if only for one more day.

[i]"My only fear was that my allies would not understand my intention and would rush to my defense. Luckily for you, Sir Kitty, I decided to test their reactions mid-breakfast, which I must say is a terrible time to test one's reactions. They performed as well as I could expect."[/i]

The dragon gestured with an outstretched hand, taking a step forward; Lorenthar mirrored in reverse, taking a step backward with the corresponding foot and closing his hands into fists, still intent on defending himself. The motion was an overt warning, something much more difficult to communicate as a man rather than an animal. In most usual circumstance, this would be accompanied by a withdrawing of ears to the head and a quivering of the jowls while rousing a throaty resonance would vibrate the air; the line was already crossed as it was, but it was clear the man of the wood wasn't intent on reciprocating the "greeting" wished on him. Rather, the dispelling of the dark magic only just now offered any form of repose and conscious thought rather than instinctual reaction.

But when the sword reappeared in Drajhan's grasp, that of the free hand but a hand all the same, it only settled that the earlier gesture of "peace" was not to be trusted. Despite this the druid continued to listen intently, looking back to Angela now as the Baron carried on with his introduction. Lorenthar attempted to keep watch of all the onlookers, but that proved difficult with the dragon so close; there was no luxury of actual introductions to be had here after such a brazen move.

"And I have even less reason to trust you now, regardless of what you might claim." 

Lorenthar's remark came with the decline to take the hand, his posture changing some from being overtly defensive to more at ease, having established the respectful gap of distance once more.

"You may call me Lorenthar." The human said, plainly and with the same level of demeanor he had displayed.

The fact that name was obviously elven was probably a subject of question, but it was just as evident the man said it with a straight face and not a tell or break of character. This wasn't an attempt to mislead, in that he either legitimately had such a name or went by it, as strange as that was. What was not unusual about this was that a druid could even so much assume such a name, let alone in this wood. If anything it became a bit more clear as to just why the beast had been so standoffish. 

"My intentions," He began, returning to the actual matter requested of him instead of the formal pleasantries, "Are to take you to a gathering where they are likely to have some answers as to what transpired with the [i]Gate[/i]."

"So if you are through convincing me this entire endeavor of mine was unwise, I will see to it that we get on with our way."