"You can be examined any time you wish, human. I admit, I don't have very good charts on human anatomy... I don't see very many of you." Ixen replied. And he was correct. Most Dracons rarely if ever saw humans.
Meanwhile, in Minbenthac...
"You will now be taken to the royal dre-" a servant told the party. This particular one was an ostentatiously-dressed servant... a black robe... polished horns... golden band around his tail... way too fancy to be a servant in fact...
He had paused upon seeing Adykon. A look of recognition widened across his face...
"Wait a minute..." Adykon thought as he rose to his feet.
"Prince Melchized?"
"Yes. How did you... Adykon? Oh my gods, it IS you! I thought the high noble Tallon would have been waiting here!" Suddenly, the prince, who had served with Adykon putting down a tribal insurrection, became far more animated, and much less formal. Third-eldest son of the king, he was a strategic genius on the battlefield, although one could not tell from his formal dress. It didn't fit him well; he preferred to be on the battlefield with his men... or with his wives and children in the halls of the palace... but in either case, he was not at all comfortable dressed for a formal occassion. Adykon still had a suit of armor on.
"So Adykon, not content to kill goblins anymore, are you? Now you're going on to slay myths and legends!" the prince laughed, taking a seat, biding Adykon to do the same.
"Well... not so much a myth... more like a nightmare" the mercenary replied in reference to Dememoras.
"I'll admit, I've heard of him... I'll gladly join you in putting the bastard down."
"I'm sure you would... if you could spend more time away from home."
Adykon had a point. Unlike many warriors, Melchized, or "Melchi", liked to spent time with his family... and, unlike many Dracon fathers, rich or poor, he actually spent a good deal of time with his children, and when he was away in battle, and unlike some males in the military, did not start thinking of which females he would cheat on his wife with first.
"Yeah... I'll admit... I feel out of place wearing these robes... but I don't want to spend too much time away from my family... 3 of my wives are pregnant... and I've been careful to check if the eggs truly are mine... good thing that really isn't a major problem around here..."
"So, the king's going to send you into battle?"
"If it comes down to it, of course."
"I thought so. You seem like you've come a long way from leading campaigns against insurgents yourself."
"I have. I'm in charge of a whole legion... 5000 in all."
"Nice. Does it come with benefits?"
"A palace of my own, a share in any spoils from battle that my unit is in, and a parcel of land if my unit takes part in the conquest of any region."
"Wow. Living the big live, eh?"
"I guess so." the prince added with a smile. Standing up, he returned to the business orginally at hand. "Come on, we've got to get you ready for the feast tonight. The royal dressers will lend those of you who need clothes some good ones..."
They were still some time away from the dinner that night.