The prince dropped the scepter as soon as the metal of the relic turned more than lukewarm, letting it fall with a [i]ka-lunk[/i] as it hit the ground. The glow faded to nothingness as it left his grip, leaving the chamber lit only by the searing inferno surrounding the dragon pup, giving it an ominous bearing despite its size.

Kendrick shook his hand briskly, as though he could wave the heat away, but kept his eyes on the creature of fire before him, trying to keep his face from displaying his confusion. Head slightly cocked to the side, he examined the magical beast, a slight frown evident on his lips. "Your home?" he questioned, as though he wasn't speaking to something that could roast him where he stood. "Hm..." The man turned away from the flames, his silhouette on the opposite wall growing dark and tall as he pieced together the clues. There was supposed to be an [b]adult[/b] dragon here.

Turning back towards the lair's owner, he let his eyes meet with hers, a sign of respect in his lands, though he wasn't sure if staring back at her with an unyielding, unwavering gaze would be recognized as such by a hatchling dragon. "This [b]is[/b] your home," he started with a nod, "My sincerest apologies." He offered a slight bow, another sign of respect he didn't know if she'd understand, "But you are not the great red that I seek. Do you know of Kor'Inzaia? Of the Inferno? I seek audience with her. I seek to make a deal."