Tyaethe
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 then 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 younger than her, asking "So, does this dragon have a name? All the ones I've met have. They really like to make sure you know it if you're brave enough to find them."
And, in most cases, brave enough to fight them. Egos the size of mountains, the lot of them.
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