[@Shadow Dragon]

Ophion considered his words carefully. The undead being seemed like a being with evil powers yet good intent. 

"Alright. If you practice necromancy in my laboratory, in a safe, controlled environment, I am willing to put up with it. Necromancy is also tolerated far outside of the city's boundaries, I suppose. As long as you do [i]not[/i] use it against the innocent, I am willing to put up with it. There [i]is[/i] something you can help me with, far from Minbenthac. An adventure, if you want to call it that. Would you be willing to help?"

[@bloonewb]

Most of the armed dracons hitting the streets were soldiers loyal to the grand prince, but others were not. Their uniforms did nothing to reveal their allegiance. What followed could only be described as a confused cacophony as dracons shouted over each other, demanding that the others in front of them declare loyalty to one side or another, without necessarily making their own allegiance clear at first either. 

The dracons in dark cloth were part of a unit of rangers which Ternoc had formed himself as an attempt to counterbalance the elite forces he had inherited from his father. They found themselves at odds with the standard guards as well as each other, and by all accounts, this was a terribly confused assassination attempt, as few of the different factions in any of the forces assembled had any idea of who was loyal to what side. A confused melee followed, one which Ardasa's carriage could use to escape the havoc. 

Confused or not, it was still a dangerous situation as arrows continued to fly through the air, many of which had been especially enchanted to burn through their target, explode, or both.