Dragoncrest Cliffs married to the game

He hadn't expected Vercingetorix to turn on him with a snippy attitude, and his furrowed brows lifted in surprise. A dark ear flicked backward, awkward, and teeth held firm to allow his raven companion the opportunity to rant. While Dacio was confident that Drageda would never let their neighbours succeed, he could appreciate the vulnerable condition that Verx found himself in.

He'd been bested by the enemy. The threat of them remained.

Dacio remained silent, blinking at the suggestion of willingly becoming natrona. Something bitter swelled within his chest, rousing the memory of his own sister's betrayal, and he bit back the desire to rumble his frustration. Always dutiful, the young Gona did not speak his thoughts on the matter and instead held his quiet judgement.

"And what of Aure," he started coolly, padding after his comrade as he paced away, "what does she think?"