I explained it to him. He won't know... He growled at himself to stop thinking about it.
-Cursed mages...- Max complained, paving the way in front of his sister.-How did they even know about that passage over there?
-I don't know, but the big one was scary.- Said Louren in a hushed voice trying not to take more than a step away from her brother.
-O! Pirce!- Max stopped noticing the dragon standing in one of the smaller passageways between the buildings.-I see you're angry so I guess you've already heard.-He chuckled with a roguish grin.
-You look terrible, Mr Neidheim.- Said the little dragoness hiding behind her brother's back and clutching the hem of his tunic in her hands.

Pirce glanced at the little girl and tried to smile with rather miserable results. Louren hid more behind Max, who only shook his head with resignation.
-Yes I know, Jeviev has left.- growled Pirce giving up his attempt at calming down.-And no one has seen that bastard.-he gritted his teeth.
-Somehow that doesn't surprise me.- Max grinned, and in his eyes you could see a kind of malicious satisfaction.-You should listen to what's being said around town sometimes.-The dragon looked like he was really enjoying himself.
-Stop teasing and cough it up.- Said Felice in a weary voice.
-You're spoiling my fun.- Max muttered.- Draco has found himself a master and if my memory serves me right he's already left.- He smiled tilting his head.- Gentlemen will excuse us but we'll be getting going.- He said stroking his sister's head.- Let's go Louren, I'll buy you something sweet.
-Goodbye.- The dragoness panted slightly and rushed after her brother.
Pirce stood clenching his fists furiously, he could feel his blood pulsing. Impossible. He repeated to himself trying to control himself and not explode in front of so many strangers.

-Well, in that case I guess we don't have to wait here anymore.- Felice shrugged his shoulders and pushed himself slightly away from the wall.-Today's free, so why don't we go to the same pub as always?- He turned away trying not