[color=#C0C0C0]"Truth ain't always kind."[/color] Lorne replied, not bothering to hide the snicker that slipped from his lips when Thalia put her hands on her hips and scolded him. Upon entering the mess hall, he quickly surveyed the area to find it rather empty, aside from an older looking sod with a beard and some ale. It seemed as though Thalia knew the guy, based on the wave. He made a note to try and introduce himself to that one when he got the chance. With haste, Lorne collected himself a nice big flagon of ale and a generous portion of whatever slop they were serving up in the barracks that night before following Thalia to the table she had selected. No sooner than he sat himself down did somebody else approach them out of the blue, the fancy pants from the feast earlier whom asked for his identity. 

The barbarian took a nice, long drink of the contents of his cup before he answered the noble, a steely gaze directed up at him as he spoke. Why he had even bothered to come down there was beyond him, but he assumed it was nothing good. [color=#C0C0C0]"Yeah?"[/color] He asked, clearly assuming the noble wanted something.

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As the bandits made their crazed charge towards Adam, a figure revealed itself from the shadows of the small merchant wagon accompanying the lad. Clad tight in a long, dark cloak that concealed their features, the figure paced towards the brigands as shoved its way past Adam in the process with a huff. With every step towards the blindly charging fools, the figure gained more and more speed in their stride until a mere ten meters stood between it and the eight axe wielding fools. It was then that a bright, golden light emanated from the figure and lit up the night with a dazzling flash. A flash that, once receded, revealed a large four-legged reptile with metallic yellow scales and wide, ornate looking wings. The bandits tried their best to stop the charge upon the reveal of the wyvern-like creature, but for the first three it was far too late.

For this beast was no wyvern, as it became amply apparent. A torrent of prismatic holy fire spewed from the golden dragon's mouth and cloaked the first man with its beautiful heat. With a quick jerk of its neck, the dragon spewed its flames in front of the group of marauders, forming a line of blazing glory that only spread upon touching the sparsely hydrated grass below. Another two of them men found themselves engulfed in the rapidly spreading fire, the last five definitely rethinking their strategy. As the beast reeled back to unleash more flame upon them, they broke and routed for the hills. 

With no more opponents to challenge it, the dragon slowly morphed its way back into its original shape, the cloak clad figure appearing once more.  It turned, waltzing back towards Adam at a comfortable pace. As it reached him, it reaches up to pull back the hood of its cloak, the face of a pouting woman glaring at him. [color=#FFD700]"The least you could do is say 'please' when you get me to save your ass, you know."[/color]