Silently gliding above, a huge wyvern landed a tails length from the fire, "The great leader cannot sleep when so obviously called out." His grin was sharp and all teeth, his voice disapproving yet sarcastic as he lumbered a little closer, and tucked his wings against his back, "Most folks know I stay close to the Plaza and the Pool when it gets late. I seldom stay in the Baron's Den." Nord rumbled as his golden eyes reflected the dancing fire, they were like molten lava, "But, do go on our dark mistress of the night."

Lucky indeed he was to catch this. The Baron was not lying when he said he tends to hand around Spinel Plaza and the Tiger's Pool as he hates being trapped in the Baron's Den. He won't admit it is a little too small and stuffy for his tastes. He keeps an eye on many things while the Isle folk pack up and head home, as they close their shops and hang up their sword. It is the least he can do since he does not sleep most nights.

The Baron snorted, you could imagine he'd cross his forearms if he had any, "The creation. Fitting after I told the curse." His golden pools were mocking yet intrigued. The story had fallen out of favor with the previous Baron, so it surprised Nord to hear it. The last he remembered hearing it was by his mother's mouth when he was a hatchling, "If your hunger is fierce, I have no problem waiting for your dark mistress's presence. There are plenty of prisoners on death row."

The thought of the many bandits, rouges, ruffians, and the sort that always seemed to be drawn to the Isles, he kept his gaze on Bloodstone as he hummed absently. He supposed it is because of how mineral and gem rich the land is, 'Maybe they thought they can prove the crystal curse by killing or capturing one.'