Seaella chewed the apple slowly as Serapis answered her question, savoring the flavor. The child's brows furrowed, the young elf unfamiliar with the race of dracons. She had encountered many a dragon and dwarf, even the occasional lizardfolk and other such race, but never a dracon, let alone knew what their "style" consisted of.
	She swallowed hard, trying to get the apple past the lump that had formed in her throat. She shook her head at his question, wishing Valera was there. [i]She[/i] would know what to ask. She always did.
	Seaella glanced to the door they had come through, and chewed on her bottom lip in worry, her fiery hair glinting in the light of the torches illuminating the room.