ColdFlame

"ColdFlame, you're a f___ing-"
ColdFlame, the skydancer in question raised his eyebrows as the dragon in front of him continued shredding his name to threads. After a few minutes of uninterrupted ranting, he cleared his throat.

"Come on, I told you this wasn't going to be serious-"

The other dragon scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"You f___ing player" with that she stormed out the door, slamming it and shaking the precarious tower of books and paperwork on top of ColdFlame's desk. He looked after her for half a second, shrugged, and then went to sit at his desk again. This, was not out of the ordinary. Generally speaking, a multimillionaire CEO wasn't known for commitment, and specifically not this one. However, it did tend to get annoying. Especially the fact that his door hinges were getting ruined. ColdFlame reached out and turned the stereo on the shelf next to desk on.

"Haven't heard from you in a couple of months, But I'm out right now, and I'm all f___ed up, And you're callin' my phone, you're all alone, And I'm sensin' some undertone-"

A few hours later, he restacked the paperwork he'd been working on, locking his office. As he walked down the hallway, he looked out on the rather sad view of the Cinderslag, and in the middle of it, the Magma Sanctum, shielded by The Gate and the ring of noble houses. Soon. Soon I'll be able to buy a title and leave this stupid office. Even for him, a nobility title was still way out of his reach, let one the average dragon. He was still lost in thought when he slammed into another dragon going the other way.

"Da_n, who the hell...?" he trailed off, seeing now that it was a large female Guardian, wearing decently expensive jewelry. "Ah," ColdFlame coughed "DRONE. It's you." The Guardian looked amused, which freaked ColdFlame out more than he wanted to admit, even to himself. There was just something... wrong about her.

"Coldy, always nice to see you." ColdFlame bristled at this. That stupid nickname has stuck ever since he was an intern, and he'd finally managed to somewhat shake it when he clawed his way to the top.

"Yes, the pleasure his mine," he gestured to the way he'd originally been going. "You going this way?" DRONE shrugged.

"I am now." F_______________k. Sure, he was CEO, but she part of some sort of interagency, so technically, she outranked him. By a lot. So therefore, he was stuck walking side by side with her. Down the long a__ hallway.

"So Coldy, tell me, what do you know about that rebel? Xibalba?" The way she said it made it obvious there was something in her tone implying more than just the question, but it was phrased innocent enough that he couldn't mention it.

"The average," he said carefully "Rebel. Chaos. Starts riots. Maybe an underground cult? As I said, I don't specialize in that area." DRONE nodded.

"Well tell me, what about those Gaolers?" ColdFlame cocked his head.

"Gaolers? No, I haven't heard of them." This piked his interest. If I can manage to get her into telling me... not consciously, obviously but... Now I need to know. DRONE gazed at him for a minute.

"You've been promoted. Be at The Gate at sundown."