"I don't care if I have to fight you Memrie, make it stop?"
Reondor's words had no effect of consideration on Memrie, instead she got more infuriated.
"You think fighting me is going to make all this go away? Bring me to your dragon king!!"
She shouted.
-krink-
With a sharp and glass breaking sound, a frown formed on Memrie's face as the temperature return to its normal rate and a certain silver haired that was now donned in a finer white cloak appeared in front of her.
"What the hell? So you are actually here?"
"Quite a surprise to see you here too."
Xirvocrys responded with a pretense smile and Memrie recognized it immediately.
"Wipe that nasty smile off your face... I am pretty sure you are not the dragon queen so why are you here?"
"I am here on behalf of him"
"Uh?"
Memrie could not make sense of what he just said.
"To better put, he sent me here."