[Child of the 7th Age]

Cami grinned sheepishly back at Poppy as a large scaly head with whirling eyes of gold slowly emerged from the corner of the box. The beast fixed one jaundiced eye on Cami and the other on her friend, snorting in disgust as a large cloud of smoke ascended to the ceiling.

With immaculate disdain, the wyrm extended her razar-sharp talon and mused, "I should have known you were the one who called me here." Angara wrinkled her nose with distaste as she surveyed the entire gathering , then asked, "And where is Piosenniel?"

Cami sputtered out an answer. "Her keyboard is broken. She can't be here. I think one of the wargs who was with her must have sat on it."

Wargs? Angara cocked one wing in a threatening pose and growled softly under her breath. Since when did the fair Elf hang out with wargs? Bad company indeed. It could only be the influence of Mithadan.

"And where, pray tell, amidst all this circus, is Mithadan hiding?"

"Oh, Angara, he's not hiding. Mithadan is in charge of this whole show. He arranged the entire party."

The dragon drew back abruptly and let out a single roar of laughter tinged with jagged flame, "I might have known! He's the only one who would come up with something as diabolical as this."