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Of course being the first one to speak out, or rather in this case laugh out as the two people Edward hated the most were right in front of him. Well hate is a strong word, more like dislike. Still laughing he walked over to the Dragon and waved him a gesture of some kind. Some little idiom he did better when, well he wasn’t humanoid.

“The old Salamander finally comes down from his mountain just to cause a little havoc. Seems someone learned a thing or two from me while I was away. Also look who it is, your bed mate!” Edward said with the highest of merriment in his voice. “Good ol death. Tell me when is the child due? Ah forget that I am just surprised the Salamander made it down here without throwing out his back. Remind me again will you, I think it was me who walking away from that little sparring match.”

Turning around he walked over to Ravadon draping an arm over his, shorter, shoulders looking at Caradras, gesturing up at the Dragon.

“Would you believe this old trash is honestly one of the few people I hate! Well hate is a strong overstatement. More like, heavily dislike. Reminds me of another time these two came at me. Had a book or two thinking they had the upper hand, turned out to be another lie by the divine.”

Standing up straight, merriment completely sapped from his voice as all three eyes now locked on to Caradras, even the third eye, the crimson misfortune as many back in the day called it. 

“And yet, here I am after you killed me, or more aptly,  knocked me out cold. No this isn’t a ghost but flesh and blood that looks you in the eye Salamander.” With a small wink from the third eye a cold smile spread across his face. “And I still remember what I am, and look like.” A small cryptic message he was sure the old Salamander understood quite well.

Hold up one hand, pointing upwards the joy returned to his face. “Now, time for more food!”