Chase stands to his feet and smiles brightly to Max, "That sounds like a fine idea, my utmost thanks for the thoughtful gesture, esteemed Scribe." He encroaches on the assembled ladies with the air of a predator, beckoning one with an offered hand. "You, my dear. Not to worry, I'll be gentle." With her in hand he turns to his fellow dragons. "Well I believe we have a lot of growth and accomplishments to look forward to together. I'll just get out of your way, Grand Wyrm, so you may address the senior members." And with that Chase escorts his 'drink' to a room further back in the chapter house.
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