[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Viranti[/color][/h2][/center]
[@Darkmoon Angel]
Viranti wasn't as quick to dismiss the monarch's question as even she herself ultimately appeared to. The others' responses were just about what he'd expect, though they did leave him wondering about his own answer. It was true that he didn't feel a greater sense of duty in preserving the world(s). "Not going down without a fight" did hold more sway over him, and self preservation was pretty fair as far as motives went. However, none of that really came to mind when he agreed to join this "quest". In fact, he hardly questioned the validity of the Oracle's story all this time. Imprisoned all those years and then presented with a guiding voice however fleeting and then exposed to new worlds and wonders he couldn't explain, of course he would have went along with whatever the voice said, albeit for his own admittedly selfish reasons. Believing in the voice of Lucius would be another matter, one that felt a long ways off.

Arms still crossed, the dragon silently pondered these things, and how no one questioned him further. Apparently, his own reply was pretty much what everyone expected as well. He noticed Michele looking at him while expressing her doubts as to their, or rather his, qualification as a hero. He of course glared back, though he didn't do more than that. He rose from his seat, properly ready to get this leg of the journey over with when the guard burst in among them and relayed the news, one of the threats to the kingdom he presumed. [color=ed1c24]One more delay,[/color] he thought, a small, excited smirk on his face. "[color=ed1c24]Sounds like pitiful excuses for assassins to me,[/color]" Viranti joked to himself as Malkai and Elise moved ahead to face the mob. "[color=ed1c24]Today looks to be your lucky day, queen. Just make sure your people stay out of my way.[/color]" he happily ordered, making sure to send a glance Michele's way before turning to run outside, sword in hand.