Trevor examined Rai. This was unexpected, and a good point had been raised: how could they be certain her words were true? And, more importantly, did he even care? If the current king was gone, he couldn't care less who'd sit on the throne, as long as he could live his life in peace.
"If she wants to feel important, let her," Trevor said. "It's not like we have any other heirs and if she wants to risk her life in a battle against the current king, why not?"

The Hermit looked at Damien and Noble. "Do you have a reason why you think she would be lying?" he asked them, knowing very well why they reacted that way, but he'd give them a chance to explain it. He ate from his soup, relaxed and calm, ignoring the hostile stance and the hard undertone of the words.

Mikhal forgot to eat his soup when Rai announced who she was. He looked at her and how everyone responded. He had to remember this, there was an epic tale unfolding here and he had to pour it into a song. It was one of the best ways to preserve history of course and it didn't happen often a bard was in the middle of it. 

The elder dragon turned to Ricky. "My scales are old, just like me," he said to her, before turning to Comet. He nodded slightly as a greeting. [i]"It's good to see your kind again, it has been a while,"[/i] he said to her.
He looked around for a moment, his eyes lingering on the water sorceress. Not his favourite kind of sorcerer, but if she would be civil, he would be too. 

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The general felt the castle shake. "Volven," he grumbled and made his way to where the dragon rested, to make sure if everything was okay. And he assumed the king would be there as well. And if he wasn't, the man would surely haste to see what the dragon needed.
Bloody dragon. If it was up to him he'd kill the beast, just like any other dragon. But it wasn't up to him.
"Your Highness!" he called from the top of the stairs, before he started descending them and ventured into the cellar.