"So you think he might be this way?" In a room not too far away, Vincathaxis raises their head from their book pile. "Vincathaxis is here somewhere," another voice says, closer now. Vincathaxis scrambles to shift, patting their clothes down as the small horde of people turns the corner. "Oh, Vincathaxis! Have you seen Inric?" "He said I could do it!" the dragon blurts, but their words are met by confusion. "I mean, yes! He was here. I saw him!" The words come fast now, tumbling over each other in Vincathaxis' haste to distract from their hoard. "You're looking for him?" They are very proud of the correct pronoun. "I can find him! He has my kin's scale!" Vincathaxis whirls and sets off at a fast march, pointing forwards. "This way!"