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Suley looked towards the smaller woman who held out her hand, offering gems as payment. He blinked a few times before looking at Soron and then to Velai before sighing.

[color=9e0b0f]"Why can't a dragon just be kind without needing someone to feel like they are in debt?"[/color] The rhetorical question was met with a quick response from Soron.

[color=slategray]"Because your kind has a history with-"[/color] 

[color=9e0b0f]"Oh shut it Soron I know..."[/color] He let his forehead hit the counter before turning it to face the young one.

[color=9e0b0f]"I am doing you simply a favor, asking nothing in return. Don't take this the wrong way m'lady, but those few gems are pebbles in a vast ocean compared to what I'm worth. Allow me to do you this one favor, nothing being asked in return accept you enjoying a restful sleep."[/color] he gave her a genuine smile but flinched slightly to the sudden outburst about Fotia. Soron glanced up with a quirked brow.

[color=slategray]"Whose attacking the boarders? I thought we were in a time of pea-" [/color] He was cut short by a drunken farmer who managed to slosh some drink onto Soron and part of his book to which he glared daggers at the man, more so when he started to mock the dragon slayers. Suley on the other hand was slightly amused at this farmers antics, more so when Soron decided to intervene. He could fell the magic stir from within the old Dragon slayer. Something must have struck a nerve with Soron as he discreetly raised his hand from underneath his arm, channeling just enough wind magic to knock the man back in his seat, causing Suleykaar to chuckle before turning his attention back to Velai. Soron wiped the drink off of the book and continued to write but listened in. Soron stopped and looked up with slight confusion. He kept his voice hushed, low enough for only the small circle could hear.

[color=slategray]"What's Nero's army doing this far past their territory? Better yet, has anyone assumed if it is even the Nero army? I'm from there, night jobs are primary occupations for them. If I was to place a bet on it, I would say that Sleeth is in on this."[/color] Suleykaar glanced over at Velai and then Soron before rubbing his chin. His tone changing a bit.

[color=9e0b0f]"True...I wouldn't put it past Sleeth to make daring moves like this, especially with his history but don't forget, battles and wars based off assumptions ends in the wrong ones killed. But going back to Sleeth and the Neron army, why would they only attack the border if they have people who can move through the shadows? Why not just go for infiltration and then unleash an assault from inside the kingdom itself? There's more to this...A lot more."[/color] He glanced around the bar to those who started or tried to listen in. He simply stood up with his drink and hand and added a slight stumble for embellishment.

[color=9e0b0f]"A toasht to Shunfire and the Resht Eashy! Nexsht round ish on meeee!"[/color] He threw down his original coin sack, letting the gold flow across the counter, enough to cover everyone's next round. The act went away as he sat back down and Suley gained a serious expression. 

[color=9e0b0f]"We will stay the night. But I feel it necessary to at least let the new king know that he will have some assistance out here. Soron...[/color]

He reached into his sleeve for a large ring, one that was normally used for sealing documents. Soron was already pulling out a sheet of paper, ready to write.

[color=9e0b0f]"King Magnix, grandson of Hanoi Magnix, I, Suleykaar, former Dragonlord of the Fotia region would like to extend a hand of assistance in these growing dark times. I understand that areas near Sunfire have been attacked as of recently to some unknown force. my companion and I are here to offer our services in keeping the boarders and outlands of Fotia safe and secure for travel and commerce. Sincerely Suleykaar of the Red Wing. 

P.S.. Do you want to hang out? I don't think I have formerly met you yet but I would love to chat over some good cuisine and drink. [s]Maybe some women as well[/s].

Forgive me your highness, my friend Suleykaar is none to bright."[/color]

Soron closed up the letter and handed it to Suley who had borrowed a candle on a table and dripped some wax onto it and then quickly sealing the letter with his old banner [url=http://cliparts.co/cliparts/8c6/8ML/8c68MLdcE.jpg]symbol[/url]. Soron then turned towards the door to the place and let off a whistle that started high, went low and ended in a medium tone. No more than a few seconds later, a white snow dragon entered, along its spine red spikes and under its wings as well. It skittered across the ground for a moment before flapping its wigs twice to rest on Soron's shoulders. On its back was a small compartment meant for sending messages. Soron placed the letter in the compartment.

[color=slategray]"Spirit, frie truul Magnix und Ren tsae...Do you understand?"[/color] It let off a light chirp before Soron stood up and walked outside, Spirit moving to Soron's wrist, his takeoff point. The old dragonslayer lifted his hand high, letting Spirit take off for Magnix kingdom, sending the message to the King. Hopefully Magnix would understand or at least not care enough to challenge Suleykaar to a fight. Gods know that would be the last thing they needed.

When he returned inside, he sat down and closed his book, putting it away for the time being.

[color=slategray]"Message was sent and yes we'll stay. Suls and I will help you with the clean up and anything else you need."[/color] Sulley looked at Soron and nodded.