[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Alusq]

"For a moment, I thought you weren't," Renata admitted as she slumped against the nearest wall to unceremoniously slump to the ground. "Maybe I should've become a cleric after all... I'd kill for some holy water right now." The words idly slipped out as Lennox shared his newfound (newly-rekindled, perhaps) hate for lightning magic. Her eyes, gazing blankly at nothing in particular, rested on a statue. It struck her as some sort of obelisk at first, until she saw the blank, weathered space where a face should be and the gashes where arms and wings presumably once stretched out proudly. "I don't suppose this is the Dragon's Gate," she murmured wistfully as her gaze turned towards what had once perhaps been an entry hallway. It was a gate, but it was no Gate, so to speak.

"Master Lennox." Your Grace? Your Excellency? She didn't know what title he would technically go by, but something gave Renata the feeling he wouldn't care for the honourific anyhow. "I don't care what house you're from, but— but a dragon..." She sighed. "I suppose I don't care about that either. You're right. We would've called you a madman if you'd told us." She looked to Tiras, hoping he was more in the mood for reconciliation after his brush with unconsciousness.