The corners of the prince's lips turned downward in light of the news, the Inferno was dead? How could this have happened? And [b]how[/b] could the beast he sought after have been killed anyway? And why didn't he discover such news in his research? Surely [b]someone[/b] would have taken note of a great red's passing. Disregarding the flames, he pressed onward, leaving the protective scepter on the ground where it lay as he stepped into the chamber beyond. The dulcet tones of the hatchling's singing surrounded him before he approached her more closely, the tone and pacing making the human wonder what its purpose was. Was she just singing to sing? Was she doing it out of joy, or sorrow?

Kendrick pressed his back against the wall of the chamber, intentionally alerting the lair's apparent master that she wasn't alone. Arms crossed over his chest, he did little to hide his displeasure at the situation, though he guessed that the baby dragon wouldn't be able to tell if he was upset over losing his prize, or empathetic to her losing her mother. "What's it like here? Alone, I mean. Do you like it?" he asked gently, keeping any sign of harshness from his voice.