Flarea nodded. "Ok, so what if our necklace is removed then placed on some sort of statue? Do you dislike that certain dragon?" She was now at full posture, her blue eyes sparkling with both curiosity and anticipation. She still had mixed feelings about the stone and metal thing, due to her race's past. Besides, beings made of stone didn't really seem like a huge problem to Flarea. However, she didn't voice these views. Not yet, anyway.
Lykos looked at Eli. "For the war? Trust me, I'm going to make sure Silverhawk wins. While life under Bronzefalcon rule would be awful for most Silverhawk inhabitants, for me it's going to be worse." A growl could be heard from the wolf. "Silverhawk helped me, you know. I forgot what it was like to be in a pack. One day, during an expedition of hers, I met her and a few of her forces. They need a guide, and under the promise that they would leave and not disturb the animals there, I guided them." Lykos chuckled. "Loyalty is a funny thing. You think that you won't be loyal to anyone but yourself, but in the end you find you'll die for someone if it were necessary."