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As the wagon, horse and the motley group finally got moving, Margaret kept walking alongside at a brisk pace. Keeping up was nothing to her, but sitting down on the cart might lead to the cart getting an axle broken. Or all of them. Her illusion spell could only hide so many things, and her mass was not one of them, her human form leaving rather deep footprints anywhere that was not paved.

She kept her talk with Thaddeus: [color=ed1c24]"You need not release the blade form your hand. If you were truly close to those dragons, I wonder... did they reveal to you their true names?"[/color] She asked. True names were reserved for family and only a few very close, [i]very trusted[/i] friends. Heck, in her family, she only trusted her father with it. Her brothers were opportunistic blacks and the witch of a female that called herself their mother would one day die by her hand, if it was the last thing Taraah ever did. [color=ed1c24]"If the dragon since perished, I could hardly use it against them, and knowing it I could perform a resonance spell to gauge if you are truthful." [/color]she explained.

[color=ed1c24]"If you are, you have my undying friendship. If you are lying... Well, frankly, dealing with that is beneath me."[/color] she snotred amusedly. [color=ed1c24]"I can not lose the feeling though that for some reason fates decided I should meet you. One does not simply wander into a friend of dragonkin, as the rest of this town clearly shows."[/color]

She was briefly amused by the return of the apologetic wizard. [color=ed1c24]"Better an apologetic bigot and coward than one not reformed at all,"[/color] she shot an ugly look towards TOM, [color=ed1c24]"I will fight by your side, wizard."[/color]