"You can test that if you want," Turac smirked, "But any dragon that can be locked in a box and put away with no maintenance is only a lizard with questionable ancestry." Draconic pride ran strong in the turtle.
"There is not a single member of this party that can't say similar for themselves," Turac rolled his eyes as he sat down on a bed and took off his boots. Nidia was the adopted daughter of a minotaur and a bat, Emilia was half elf, half arachne, and Jalin was a human who served a necromancer fairy with an undead bodyguard. Siege and Roy being a hybrid of dragon shade and archimaera, and Turac being a dragon turtle adopted by said shade and chimera, wasn't that odd.
"That isn't what I said and you know it," Turac crossed his arms as he said that, "I called her unstable, not an imbecile." He leaned forward, "Respect is given to those that earn it. She has earned mine, but respect is not worship."
"You may settle down," Turac smirked, "You three are the ones getting riled up, I am only stating the facts." No wonder everyone found Jalin and Katsuo bleak to talk with, they jumped so quickly to violence.
Jalin stood from is chair with force, slamming his journal closed. "I am going to eat dinner, if you wish to be civil, I will be waiting." He reached for his cane and left the room.
"Well, I was attempting to be humorous," Turac replied defensively, "And yet it's launched to this!" No wonder their mom had no time for the group's shenanigans! About the only way this could get any worse would be if aunt Joanne sent an apprentice to the party!
The next day, Roy, Emilia, and Jalin got their stuff together to go see about getting the stone from the Psychic Seamstress. Turac opted not to be a part of that party, but he wasn't part of the deal with the scrivener, anyway.