"...do I need to be here for this or..?"
"..no. Rest assured, we are not plotting anything, as far as I am aware."
"...I'd feel better just overseeing the process."
The pterodactyl shrugs as they talk to the scroll, light emanating from the paper.
"...no issues here, sir. Everyone seems to be on board with the deal."
"Understood."
The pterodactyl rolls up their scroll, looking at Luis.
"...I suppose I'll...mingle with the others. Or perhaps only observe."
"...aren't you going to want to return to your base with your buddy?"
"After.."
"..."
"I mean, I'd understand considering you literally just buried them..."
The pterodactyl shrugs.
"...casualty of war, I guess. I just wish to see who we'll be working with for myself. And I'll actually be on guard."
"...Jack won't do anything rash like that again."
"Trigger happy..."
"I can only hope he's a force to be reckoned with in combat..."
The pterodactyl flies off, Luis turning to see them off.
Seraph is awkwardly standing nearby.
Tempor, meanwhile, just glances at them now.
<<...Aren't you a new one...?>>
Draucon just stands to the side, tapping his foot while keeping an eye on Tempor.