Moonspear campaign mode

Drogon intends to go forth with his sneak attack but is brought up short when she notices him and flounders for his name. Drogon lets out an amused snort that is barely audible and cannot help the smirk that tugs at the corners of his lips. “So not Hydra then,” She has told him as much in the slip of his name. He’s not upset that she doesn’t remember his name — he assumes he is not as significant to the other Cerberus as he is Hydra and as it stands out of the three she is the one he spends the most time with. He offers her a nod of confirmation when she finally remembers his name and offers her a small, beguiling smile and a wag of his tail. “The one and only.” In hindsight, since this sister was not the one he’d been hoping to come across he is glad that she spotted him before he could attempt to sneak attack her. That might’ve became awkward. “Just finishing up actually,” He admits with a slight roll of his shoulders. “You?” Though as he’d followed her scent here from the borders it is an easy assumption to make that she, too, was patrolling. Still, it seemed like the socially acceptable thing to do: ask it in return as per some unspoken law in regards to small talk. The spinesplitter is no diplomat, though, and stringing together words as artfully as a bard was not selkäjakaja's métier. Perhaps one day Drogon would create a bard mask to accompany his slowly expanding motley crew of masquerading masks but that is a consideration for another time. The Cerberus before him has kindly given him her rapt attention and it's only fair that he do the same.

"I thought you were Hydra," He admits freely, assuming that she would not be insulted. It was impossible to tell them apart on the best of days and likely it is something that the triplets are used to. "You almost got sneak attacked." Drogon chuckles in good nature because it would have been — would he have followed through — all in fun, after all.