[h2]Tyaethe[/h2] On the way to the bedroom, Tyaethe had somehow commandeered a sword off a guard. It was, in her opinion, rather on the small side, but just having it nearby ought to do in the event of anything happening... which seemed quite unlikely at this stage, and even [i]then[/i] they'd have to get past Adeforth first. He might be old now, but that didn't make the man any less of a challenge to tackle with. "I think I read the untranslated version," the vampire said absent-mindedly, looking at the rather more distraught younger princess and tilting her head in thought, "Given many of the hundi I've met, I'm not sure if it was actually a work of fiction to start with..." Looking once more at the plush dragon, the vampire flopped aimlessly onto the floor, dress settling around her in a way that swamped the diminutive girl, the expensive fabric half sliding off her shoulders. Maletha was treated to a cheery grin from a paladin that now seemed [i]younger[/i] than her, asking "So, does this dragon have a name? All the ones I've met have. They [i]really[/i] like to make sure you know it if you're brave enough to find them." And, in most cases, brave enough to [i]fight[/i] them. Egos the size of mountains, the lot of them. [@VitaVitaAR][@@The Otter][@Psyker Landshark]