"He seems nice." I say as I undo the spell that is locking the door but then I realize both of them saw my dragon tattoo and amulet glow blue as they always do when I use magic.

"Intimidation does not work on me and this is business, our business so please stay out of it." I say in a royal tone as I try to hide my glowing dragon tattoo and amulet.

Sylric Tassarion

When the highborn half-elf's hand slipped from my neck, I exhaled slowly, relieved to no longer be threatened by her crushing grip. I did not reach up to rub my neck, but, rather, I remained in my formal stance, afraid to be more informal than I was.

"I... I did not hear anything, I was not stood outside the door for more than a second before I decided that I would leave you two to your conversation." I stopped myself from objecting to their false claims of listening in, keeping my mouth closed. They would not listen to me anyway - they are of a higher class, their word is more important than mine. "I can leave if you wish to continue speaking, I will occupy myself with something else if that is what you want."

My suggestion was rendered pointless when someone else entered the room, addressing us in a threatening manner. I glanced over at her, somewhat unimpressed by her actions, but ultimately, it was not my place to comment, despite the lack of courtesy she was displaying in the presence of the highborn. She will learn in a moment's time.

Quinn smiled a bit. "Yes- and you picked him up with one hand. Remind me not to get on your bad side." She then turned to the Snake-girl.

"Why is our business any of yours?" She met the woman's gaze, realizing she must only be a few years older. "And you shall not speak that way to someone of our status." She acted, knowing the elf would recognize her violet eyes. That is, if she had been a high-born for many years.

Quinn grabbed a bow and stalked out the door, but not before glancing back inside. "It'd be better if you all pretended that you did not cross paths with me."

"No please stay." I say in a kind tone. "Class doesn't apply when the person you are talking to is kind." I say holding my hand out to shake his after realizing that hiding my glowing dragon tattoo was useless.

Sylric Tassarion

When the highborn held out her hand as a gesture of friendship, I was genuinely surprised. I was somewhat afraid to accept the hand-shake, staring down at her hand for a moment, contemplating my response as my brain tried to make sense of her kind nature.

It would be rude not to. I took her hand and shook it carefully. Although I had seen what she was capable of, I was frightened to hurt her by accident, as I would be shown no mercy, considering that I was someone with status only just above the floor that we were stood on.

In all my years of living on this planet, and this is the first time that I have been recognised as more than just a human resource by someone above me. Perhaps it had been my neighbourhood, or just that I did not see enough of the kindness of the nobles, but either way, I had always been sceptical of their manner towards others, envisioning them as nothing more than people sat upon a throne of hard work, forged by individuals other than themselves.

"My name is Sylric Tassarion, miss." My voice had gone strangely quiet, perhaps out of shock. My hand fell back to my side, and I gave her a small smile. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

"No need to call me miss just call me Draycil, Draycil Thunderscale and yes I am descended from The Thunderscale's I'm the last one." I say kindly as I straighten up my hair so it doesn't cover my eyes one violet and one electric blue.

Quinn muttered in anger. "How dare she?!"

Thunk- one. Thunk- two. Thunk- three. Three arrows sprouted from the target. "Acting as if she's a noble? I can tell she is't, or if she was, it wasn't for long!"

Three more shots, each next to the ones fired before. After about ten more, she realized she wasn't even using Etor! Was it still in her room? Oh, no- people had tried to steal it before!

She growled, then pushed aside others as she hurried back.

Forgot to ping.

Sylver sighed, walking out of the room and trying to find a place alone with Ambrosia. "Oh Brosie, it's so hard to keep up the super scary highborn act, though people treat me much more respectfully, it's just not me, though I guess being scary is better than being a pushover" she told her sister, hugging the snake.