Deca

Deca is seen organizing the horde. Flying from one object to the next. Every now and then he stops to write down something on a scroll. It takes him a while before he notices you standing there.
"What are you doing? Don't you dare take anything. Or I'll... bite you. Yes, I'll bite you if you try." He growls looking you up and down. Before realizing your intent.

"Oh I see your looking for some third person narration of me. Well tough luck. I threw it out." The white dragon writes something down on a scroll before he picks it up and begins rolling it up.

"There is nothing for you here. NOTHING. Go away before I call Nora or Spinel." Deca says as he places the scroll away. It is obvious you are making him nervous as he almost ties himself into a knot.

"Look, I'm just the organizer. A keeper of junk. It's crummy, but it's my job and I'm trying to do it so Shoo. And Tell Twich I see him over there trying to touch the quartz." There's a scuttling sound as a Fae flees the room.