"What?" A cry of surprise rang out, but it did not come from Lancelot; rather, it was the Elf Priest Alamir, "Are you all going to... come with us?"
"'The Immortal' Pakos said you were a group of mercenaries, based in a neutral town on the first level of the Abyss," the unicorne Blue Dragon Half-Dragon person said with a slight smile, quite unlike the Red Dragon, her smile seemed very elegant, "Is that so, Mr. Elf?"
"Absolutely correct, beautiful lady." Alamir performed an exaggerated bow, "My name is Alamir, might I be fortunate enough to know your lovely name?"
"This guy, does he have some special fascination with dragons or something?" Bruto gently nudged Kalalin beside him, "When he was doing that lengthy discourse on dragon physiology for us earlier, he really went on and on..."
"I know what you're suspecting," Kalalin nodded subtly, "and I agree with your point."