"Also," he adds, once she's been updated. "The portal hub in Pantheon got a ton of renovations, I think we're calling it the Belfry now. It's very cute."
"Phix," snorts the dragon.
"It's short, it's memorable, it's punny, and since there aren't any other sphinxes around, it's unambigous," snaps Phix.
"There was my mom. Would you like there to be more sphinxes? I have a friend who can resurrect the dead. We can fetch some more sphinxes. We've been waiting because if you were just going to kill her again it'd be pointless, but now here you are. At my mercy. In my stronghold. Totally, spectacularly mistaken about how many of me there are, rather hilariously in context."
"You never had any such -"
Phix recites it, folding her arms and lashing her tail. "Don't interrupt me."
The dragon growls again.
"Even when I had your address," she continues, "I thought, maybe he'll give up now that he's failed a couple times, he probably didn't find a fucking monster discount bin, it's got to get harder to hire torturers and guards if you lose all your previous employees simultaneously, isn't it, maybe I'm safe now, let's not call in the cavalry and assault him at home. Let's see if he'll leave me be. But you didn't."
"We're actually quite nice," adds Adana. "But. Hi, we're members of the cavalry. Let's try not to be unfriendly now, hmm?"
"Should we have horses?" wonders Cam. "Banners. Muskets. Somebody to play a brass instrument of some kind to announce us."
"I wanted," mutters the dragon, "to end the war decisively before it could start again."
"Good fucking job," snarls Phix, suddenly sharper-toothed than she was a moment ago.
Max, for his part, will not ruin this threatening moment by coughing. He glares, though. If looks could kill, the dragon would probably be dead by now.
"That doesn't really seem like decisively ending it, honestly, showing up in our stronghold alone after you'd had your minions repeatedly trounced? By three people? That does not strike me as 'decisively ending,' that strikes me as 'suicidal.'"
The dragon doesn't reply.
"It still seems quite reckless, he rushed in here without knowing what was behind the portal after losing several times. Alone."
Growl goes the dragon.
"Honestly? It's better to leave your enemy alone for a bit while you figure out what you're up against. Even if they are - breeding or performing sinister magical experiments."
Grrrrrrrr, goes the murder dragon.
"I haven't decided yet," says Phix. "Sending you home would require either resources I'm loath to spend on you, or giving back your medallion. I'm pretty skeptical you can convince me that I want you to possess a medallion, honestly."
"Ehh. I'm not sure they'd want to be prison guards, Rae was skeptical about handing over a vial of sand."