the words we speak in the silence between

Oh, yes. Definitely possible. I've tracked... the two halves of Mythal, already. But some of them are in more pieces. He explained, idly. The draconic in front of him was worried; he could see it in her eyes.

You worry about the Mad Scientist, Ghilan'ain? He inquired, thoughtful in how he phrased it. She was no-one's mistress in these days; though she would hardly view it to be true.

Good to worry. She was one of the worst. I don't know where she resides, yet. But if I find them, I can contact you? He raised his gaze from the dragon to study their surroundings. He'd hate to see this world razed by the Scientist and her madness. I have no use for her pieces.