Taking caer of mortal remains....

"Come in," the elderly man says softly, "The....samples are in my laboratory."

The eccentric mage/scientist leads in the dragon mages and others into his tower, and then waves away Bobo and several of his brothers and sisters who seem to be looking at several of the newcomers with a LOT of trepidation, since they can tell what they are, despite appearances. Point in fact, Doctor Vincent's creations shared similar (if much cruder) feature of some of the senses that the Military Avatar Units have. So, point in fact, they know very well that at least some of these people are more than they seem. Much more than they care to even consider "playing with" as Bobo had with Fred.

"Here they are," Vincent says.

They were spread across a large wooden table, the dragon remains of the female dragon Malachi and the male dragon Minestus. Some of the items were in jars, preserved in brine. Some were under various magical/scientific apparatus. One sample in particular, a cross section of dragon frontal lobe of Minestus, was still under magnification. Numerous scribbled notes on a ledger next to the sample (by their look were rather excited).

If Jarlath didn't miss his guess (which is based off of past experience with his own Doctor Vincent), this Vincent had been so engrossed in discovering new and interesting things about full grown dragon's brain that he had entirely missed a flock of dragons landing at his front door! Frankly, Vincent could be very "Magoo" (a slang term imported from the Military and had become very popular on Terra Prime....a slang term basically meaning "blind") at times when caught up in the thrill of discovery.

Right now, Vincent looked rather.....green around the gills. That, and ashamed now at what had been, up until a moment ago, a pure pleasure of discovery.

The dragon mages look at the mortal remains, then over at the others. Finally, Minestus speaks.

"I must admit, I've never thought I'd ever have to face such as this," he says quietly, "And, Tiamat's blood, I must admit I never really expected to arrive at this situation....under these circumstances.

"A noble set of human beings and a spell components gatherer who I'm not ready to burn to a crisp," the dragon mage sighs.

The facts spoke for themselves. The Champions had the distinct honor of belonging to a Dragon Circle. That humans could belong had been thought impossible by most dragons. Humans were seen by most as either vermin, or children forever in need of guidance and protection (Synizn had belonged to the later category). Now? Synizn and the others weren't so sure......

As for the "gatherer".....the dragon's could practically feel the feelings of disgust and remorse coming from Vincent. Vincent could see beyond a doubt after actually dealing with these dragon mages (one on one instead of in battle) that.....there was something very noble and very.....much of deserving respect and honor as people (vice as raving monsters).

"I wouldn't blame you," Vincent whispers.

"Ah, but that wouldn't be right, now would it." Andrea says into the silence.

Various dragon mages look like they have different opinions on that, but one glare from Minestus silences them before they can word their objections.

"But the question remains on how to proceed," Lord Fred finally said, awash with his own thoughts (and fears at what until recently what he thought had been grand acts of right....had been wrong.....terribly wrong).

"The fact remains that we shall honor Malachi's remains with a proper religious cremation," Ebonwing says softly, "That we shall do in good time. I don't care if you piss on Minestus' remains before we destroy them! But we still have quiet the problem here."

She like the others of this Circle had a LOW opinion about Minestus.....

1. "Fred, according to Joan, shall soon forevermore leave this world," Minestus begins, pulling out a bottle with a clear blue liquid in it.

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