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While signing up for the Bughurt, the Knights of Imperturbability and Destructive Might locked eyes.
- Hey there, cutie, hello.
Jason Whitecalm glanced at his 10 points of aesthetics and looked around, not entirely sure that the ebony dragoness was addressing him rather than someone else.
- Aha, yes, you. - As if reading his thoughts, she placed her clawed paw on his shoulder, leaned in slightly, and whispered a reply to his unspoken question.
- Greetings, my lady. How might my humble self be of service to you?
- Mm, I'd like to try piercing your defense, if you know what I mean... But looking at those two volcanoes about to erupt, I've got a better idea for the time being.
- I'm listening.
- How about we team up? Let's show the power of small regions.
- Any option works for me, including that one too.
- Then it's a deal. - The dragoness tried to reach her clawed paw toward her companion's pants, but he sharply batted it aside. - Oops, wrong hand. - This time she shook his palm. - Ha-ha, sorry, sorry.