Deft claws through satchels
transmute water into tar~
bones unbound in death

Q: So Ebonide, who was the dragon that you assassinated and why did you do it?
A:The small skydancer looked towards you, red eyes narrowing into skeptical slits. "Excuse me," they begin, voice a sneer. "Did I hear you right? You want to know information about one of my targets?" They were behind bars, of course - a small cell, made just for a dragon their size. There was a soldier a few yards behind you, keeping an eye on the two of you.

Letting out a small scoff, she sits up, folding her forearms across the expanse of her narrow chest. "This is the most pathetic interrogation session ever." She says, nearly sounding as if she were complaining.

"My answer.. could give away my employer," He finally says, the feathers lined on his head drooping, along with the two long bulbs atop his head. "I will say, though, that this dragon was a horrible person. He'd done some real messed-up crap - some even I had grimaced at." He says, muzzle wrinkled in distaste.

"Though, I will say I was happy to see the guy choke on his own fluids." The skydancer says, their reply easy, a smile spreading across their narrow muzzle. Getting to their fours, the bones hung from their wings chinked together with their movement.

"You better be going," You hear the voice behind you, the soldier - a massive, dark, gleaming guardian that had quite the temper - who had introduced herself as Abbadon. "You've been here for quite long enough." And then she was guiding you to the tunnel towards the outside, and when you glance behind yourself to the cell where Ebonide was being held, the skydancer was waving one of her hands with a grin.

Q: Ebonide, do you know how you are going to get out? Is it by escaping? (Also I think you are pretty dang cool-)

A: "Hey, thanks, kiddo. When I get out of here, we should hang out some time. See if I find you as cool as you see me." Ebonide says with a wide grin as he wraps his thin talons around the prison cell bars to peer closer at you. There's something off about how he smiles at you, something dangerous.

"Eh, might as well answer you now," She says with an overdramatic sigh, the side of her head briefly resting against one of the bars. "Though, I'll be after your hide if you tell another living soul about this. Abbadon's on break, so Kimaris is the one who escorted you here, no? I could recognize his coloring anywhere."

It was as though, if Abbadon had been on duty, the skydancer wouldn't had even thought about answering this question. But now, they were tapping their chin, deep in thought.

"I know their schedules," He begins, eyes focused on nothing for a long moment. "I've been their habits. I know how to use them to my advantage, and I'm working on an escape plan right now." Ebonide's grin widened as he locks eyes with you.

"To prove myself right, I will tell you that one you leave here, Kimaris will be getting ready to pack up for lunch, and switch places with Hezrou. If you don't know him by name, he's a skydancer." As she says this, she gives you a little wink.

The door to the prison's entrance creaks open and the imperial's head pokes in. "Hey, unfortunately your visit time is up. Let's get moving so I can go on break." Holding the door open for you, he looks over sharply at the barking laugh coming from Ebonide's cell.

Looking smug, the skydancer only waves a hand at you in goodbye.