The Dragon's Arena

Chapter 2 - Information

(Drake POV)
Drake had walked back to the palace in a daze. His mind was full of their guest. Pollian, or Ann as he had called her, could not have been more different than most of the stories that he had heard of Layags. He was pretty sure none of those people had ever seen a real Layag, let alone as close as he had been to her. The only person that had been even close to coming acurate was Clyo. Then again, even he said that this one seemed different from normal. Drake heard a round of uproarious laughter from the dining hall and felt what was left of his appetite leave.

    “Your Majesty, do you want me to send up something to your room?” one of the head servants, a male griffin, asked him hesitantly.

    “No thank you, I have found that my desire for food has quite left me.”

    “I probably shouldn’t be saying this but I’m not surprised your majesty. From what I’ve overheard from Prince Draden, I shudder to think what will happen tomorrow in the arena.” Drake quickly looked around and found that none of the servants were paying any attention to them.

    “Follow me,” he said as he slipped into the library with the servant, “What do you know of Layags, particularly females?”

    “Most are particularly shy, females more that males. I can’t say I saw many during my stay-”

    “You’ve been in a Layag village?”

    “Yes your majesty. Except, the village I went to isn't what you think one  should look like. It was more like a bunch of large platforms in the trees than actual houses. They actually don’t really need them because they live in a warmer environment.”

    “Do you know anything else? Or someone who might,” Drake asked eagerly.

    “I can’t say much more about their personalities besides the fact that even though they’re nice to everybody, they are very picky about who they give their trust to. I’m sure the warden would have more to say, I’ve heard he fought them or something at one point. If you will excuse me your majesty I need to be getting back to my duties,” with that he bobbed his head and left the room. Drake sat down on one of the piles of cushions near the fire and pondered on all that he learned. Even though it wasn’t much, it was something. However, Drake couldn’t just sit there and do nothing, nor could he go back to Ann. So he went up to his room and paced in front of his bed while he let his mind wander. Draden was the first person that came to mind and with him a fountain of anger at what he had done to that poor Layag. She had been minding her own business in her territory, at least Drake assumed she had been in her own territory, when Draden had decided to swoop in and steal her. But Ann, gentle Pollian, seemed to have taken it in stride. The only time that she had seemed anywhere close to angry was with Clyo. Clyo! Drake jumped, that servant had mentioned the warden, and the only warden that Drake knew about was the warden of the arena, Clyo. Drake didn’t think he would be able to sleep, but he was not about to rush back to the Arena and pepper Clyo with questions tonight. Despite his doubts, Drake was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow and his dreams were filled with a certain six legged, furry female.