"I may have gotten a little carried away. Is there likely to be any backlash against me? Susan has prepared a restorative potion with some of my own blood, I was wondering if you could arrange some to be delivered to the elf who's tongue I... liberated."
"Have a seat, dragon. We may be here a while," she gestured to the small chair even as she took the much more comfortable armchair for herself. It was her room after all. "Hmm, I could arrange for the delivery of the potion, your reptilian nature would indeed be excellent for growing things back. I warn you though, it might not be accepted. I have heard that House Lefayd is furious, partly with you, mostly with themselves I think. They are ruined politically. The Synod has turned on Eramir at the behest of the vampires, he is in custody a
