"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.
"No more strategic advice," agrees Adana. "And growling really isn't polite."
"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."
Growwwwwwl.
"We have a friend who can resurrect the dead, we know it works on critters, all we'd need is his name, and then he could stop taking up space and trying to hurt Phix until we were more prepared to deal with him."
"On the other hand, we could put him in space," says Cam. "I don't have a map of the solar system here, but I could fly around by visual nav, and I could make the ship around him with a little help from Adana regarding the floor and we could replace what we moved around. He'd be harder to maintain that way, and I don't know what dragons eat when they're yea big or how well it stays preserved in jars, I don't want to make daily grocery runs. But it doesn't involve him spending any time dead."
Max frowns, and then writes, "Writing utensils + time = magic runes !!!"