He looked her way, sigh and went closer, maby this time his pride wont ruin the meeting too mutch. "Rust is created by exposing steel to water and then letting it interact with the air around it for a long time, make sure to dry them once you are done or it will all be for nothing... unless you try to make a rust armor." He has said the last part jokingly as a playfull smirk made it's way on his lips.

He nodded and squeezed out of the tent. Looking up at the almost full, blue-ish moon, he knew things had to get better from this moment on.

First of all, though, he had to go and get his stuff. He trotted off into the night.

There was only one alley in this area, and the guards marched straight toward it through crowds of other dragons milling around. A couple more of the Empire's soldiers joined them upon being called.

"The other one will be down here!" the leader growled to the dragons following on his tail. "Batons out. We aren't taking any chances."

The smell of ash and burnt flesh could be picked up from here.

The dragon's mouth twitched for a brief second. "I know. I just do as I'm ordered, no matter how stupid that command is." She held up the helmet to the light, the setting sun barely reflecting off of it. "These things being past their heyday isn't my problem. Not listening to superiors is. I was told to get all of this clutter washed in the river and to be back by nightfall and I intend to do both."

She focused back on her cleaning, her reddish eyes revealing nothing but determination.

Cesura closed the tent flaps as he left, before spinning and surveying her tent and its contents. She picked up a small bundle of wood from next to the shelf. She untied it and placed it under the cauldron. The stone floor in this area would keep the fire from burning down anything. She lights the wood with a bit of her flame, the spindling red burst tipped with black.

Then she looks over the shelf. She picks up a few plants. Among them are a spikey plant with a red flower, A greyish root that smelled awful, and a few other odd plants. She throws them in the cauldron along with a bucket of water she had collected yesterday. She then looks around confused, "Where did my ladle go?"

Vernik heard the voice and growled, picking up Mali, who let out a squeak in protest before teleporting, having no destination in mind. He opened his eyes to find himself in front of a tent, a huge tent, then he collapsed as he fell asleep.

Mali squirmed out of the huge dragons grip, there was a tent! She opened the tent and waddled in, trying to get help for her sorta friend. She noticed something shiny and picked it up, a ladle.
"Lehp," Mali yelped finding a dragon, maybe they needed a ladle "I dale orf uyo!"

(Heck I wanna pick that little dragon up so badly xDD)

The guards charged in, finding only bodies, swirling ash and echoes. After searching for their target and determining they were long gone, they took care of their fallen comrades and left. None of them noticed a strange grate partly uncovered from underneath the sand.

Cesura jumped hearing a dragonet's voice, "Ack!" She turned. The little thing had her ladle!

"I don't know what 'I dale orf uyo' means but can I have that?" She points to the ladle in the dragonet's talons. Where did she come from? Where were her parents? Cesura decided to figure that out once she got her ladle...

Mali smiled "Usre," She says before holding out the ladle to Cesura, looking proud of herself "Radgon denes pleh!"
She pointed to the tent entrance, a nervous look across her face "Lehp! Lehp! Lehp!"
(Me too Falcon, me too XD)

Kai'hel headed through the marketplace, striding through the disappearing crowds. What he needed was on the other side of town and he wanted to get there as quickly as possible. Even if it meant he had to bear the anger from other dragons around him as soon as they saw the brand of the Empire on his flank. Even now a few dragons scowled. But he ignored them - he had something important to do that also should make them at least be less hostile toward him. Which meant he had to put up with it for now.

Still, he kept a good eye on his surroundings so he was aware if someone was thinking of starting a fight. This late it tended to be more likely.