Part 3: The Spider's Web

Favric chuckles, "That's the ONLY way to survive a visit with a dragon is to bring gifts!"

"Well, if you want to be like that, then you can deal with the Dragon yourself," Favric says, obviously offended, "I think it would be best if you left my companions and I"

"I will do no such thing, and I think that you'd best leave now," Favric says to Xora, placing his hand on a dagger at his hip. The other men in the room draw steel, preparing for a confrontation.

Xora deftly rushes forward, plucking the dagger out of his hand as if he were an infant, and holds it up to his face threateningly. All of this happened in the blink of an eye, some people still half-way through drawing steel have stopped completely, staring in shock.

Favric swallows nervously, "Want some tea?" he asks lamely, fear in his eyes and a wetness traveling down his legs.

Favric flinches back from the large half orc. He looks to his companions, watch wide-eyed, obviously scared out of their wits and unwilling to help him.

He sighs, "We came to treat with the dragon... We have been sent to see if we could gain his allegiance," he says quietly.

Favric's eyes widen in panic and he closes his mouth and shakes his head.

"We don't need your help! You should go away now, before our masters find out what's going on and come to find you!"

Favric laughs, seeming to have grown confident thinking of his masters, "If you knew the power of my masters, you would be afraid, I assure you!"