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 Dreadnought remained silent as the dragon queen addressed her pack. In her time with the Ford she had heard rumblings of war but had seen no bloodshed, weathering the tension with little effect on her daily activities. She had not been a part of Vendrussel's past transgressions - incendiary or not. 

 A truce was called for, and again Dreadnought stayed quiet. Only when the meeting dispersed did the charcoal warrior approach. “It takes strength to admit to a personal failing.”

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No one came forward with a challenge or questions like before. Vendrussel wasn't sure what to expect, anger, sudden leavings, or a challenge of her rank.. But it was silent, with the few that stood and said nothing, only eyes of support and she wasn't sure whether there was judgement or not. As all seemed to just agree so and acknowledge of her actions, she sent them all on her way. Although one caught up, the storm dragon.

She smiled lightly, "I am still young. Learning, as I go. By the guidance of The Ancients was I brought here, and yet I still do not know what my purpose is." Dreadnought was older, someone much wiser who held strength as well. They were deadlocked before within a small brawl ; but the experience of hers was probably much greater then her own.

"It is hard not to when the world looks at you like a bastard."

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