For quite a bunch of moments Vathalyk had just been standing there, observing the overall situation and carefully listening to the steady stream of interfering noises. As usual and as could be expected of your average tavern this one was a loud place, so it was putting quite a bit of strain on his mind to try and filter out what actually was relevant and what just random, everyday talk.
Yet there was one thing that didn't require any attention to identify as relevant at all. It was deafening even if heard from inside the crowd, causing the windows to rattle and certainly blowing off the major part of the layer of dust that had silently accumulated over the years. Vathalyk had to suppress the urge to cough, but even more so he had to suppress his inner demand to run outside and see what happened. He would have done so for sure if there hadn't been a man, seemingly an half-elf hybrid, approaching him all of a sudden.
"A job ?" he asked, glowing eyes staring onto the top of Urdal's head as he craned his neck downwards. One could hear his horns detaching from the ceiling with a grinding noise. "What kind of job would that be ?" Vathalyk narrowd his eyes, sensing the possibility of a spontaneously laid-out trap. Yes, the overall situation of the world was very particular to say the least, but had things changed so dramatically that even he was being offered a job by a half-human so easily ? The man hardly knew anything about him! Either he was treacherous or very desperated. Possibly both.
Anyway. He could no longer resist moving, so Vathalyk turned away from the wall and started the return journey through the undersized hallway. While Urdal could very well get the impression that Vathalyk had about the grace and overall way to move of a brick he was at least signaled to follow outside. Then, with the tavern finally no longer confining him, Vathalyk could see the true dimension of the issue: A dragon! At least it looked like one... But it had not started eating any villages, at least there was no spill of blood on the ground or burning houses nearby. Was pure, helpless acoustic rage all that being could offer ?
"What the hell do you think you are doing ?" Vathalyk addressed Endrokin straightforwardly.
"The very fact that you roam about here without doing what your kind usually does dramatically weakens the point I assume you are trying to make -- and that probably is making other people believe you are far superior in every aspect and must therefore neither be insulted by even the slightest accidental degree nor harmed in any kind that is either real or something your mind spontaneously came up with because it suited your current mood." Vathalyk crossed his arms in front of his breast. "Look at me. Do I have to scare everybody off and shout around as loud as I can in order to address a problem ? I believe not. And that is in full spite of the fact that the vast majority of people regards me as a demon of some kind."