Quake walked through the hallways of the palace with Mermidon next to her twirling a leather rope that was attached to her belt.

"You don't change, much sister." Mermidon noted as they walked.

"Nope. I'm me," She nudged him, "and you're, you."

Looking down the long corridor, the platinum draconian spotted the Swordsman, "Hmm. Looks he coming this way and from the stench, he's been talking with Dragolem."

"Hello, you two, how's it going?" Irzen smirked, "I trust you two haven't been up to too much mischief as of late. Anyway, DM paid Dragolem and I a visit about our next group mission. Do you know if the others are up or not?"

"Dungeon Master was here?"Quake blinked a couple of times, "so what did his shortness have to say?"

"Hmm, do not be so crass sister. There always advice regarding trouble or victory regarding quest, yes." Mermidon added.

"Uh, we haven't heard anything from the lady, if that's what you're asking." Quake shrugged.