#dragcnrage

Lark was about to pounce the patron in the bar for running his mouth but quite suddenly she felt someone grab the back of her neck. She seethed and struggled for a moment before looking at Feyna. " Um, can I help you?" Lark nearly hissed. " Get your hands off of me!"

"No one tells me what to do. Unless they are paying me....or we are in bed together." He paused and crossed his arms giving the other a stern look. "So you can pick between those if you wanted to boss me around."

“oh,   no,”   said the dragon easily.   if she wanted to be like that,   he could match it effortlessly.  “it's not my problem.   that doesn't mean that i don't care.”   something that seemed to evade this dragonling completely,   of course. barely paying her any heed,   mal corked another potion and set it to the side.  “my days of adventuring have passed,   and i'm happy to keep it that way.”