"An interrogation? Very well. I am an officer among what your kind can call us: Saurians. Our names are quite difficult to pronounce in your human tongues, but you can call me Draco due to our superficial resemblance to the dragons you know of." He was more talkative as he perceived Angus' questions as interrogative. He darted to William after his mention of the Head of Death and the rest of the operatives.

"The Head of Death too is feared among the paranormal forces too. Though some of us paranormal as you call them are soldiers, a good amount of the enemies you fight are enslaved. A minute portion...mercenaries. If you have taken my pouch of gold, you'll see what category my people fall into. Also, we don't target civilians to reassure you. Not part of the Saurian rules of engagement."

He took a somber pause. "If there's a formal interrogation, no need for torture. Because there's nothing I could do for the situation, I won't resist." Draco was no coward, but found it futile to resist. They landed into the base shortly after the informal questions.