"There is a dracon within my palace," he snapped, as Werix returned with six more armored kobolds. "Let's see your registration, then." He knew that this dracon woman was not a part of his regiments, nor is she a common frequenter of the palace. He came to the conclusion that this was obviously an assassination effort, and Kali was working with the dracon kingdoms to destabilize his empire. Then, as his anger peaked, a lance of pain shot up his leg, and they gave way under him. A guard broke from the formation and ran to assist him, but he waved him away. "Follow proc- aargh," he groaned, clutching his right foot. Krakas took the opportunity to take initiative.

"Get my son onto the bed," she said, running to his side. She elbowed past a shocked guard, who thankfully didn't do anything rash. She, with the help of a few soldiers, lifted him and carried him to the mattress. "Go to a medicine hut. Any will do. Get salve of marrow," she ordered, and one quickly went. "You should best leave now," she whispered to Kali and Aerta. "Some things only a mother can help with."