Glass Soldier

Chapter 7

         They didn't freak out. They were expecting a dragon. Which made things easier. Humming as I ran my hand down his muzzle, holding his head close as the large number of people wasn't all that pleasant for him. Putting my forehead between his eyes I sighed in content before pulling away, with a disdained growl he lept into the air shifting out of sight.

       "Oh, he's going to kill something," I hummed to myself before running my hand through my hair, turning to look at those watching us. My eyes zeroing in on a head of white hair in less than a second. As did his. Shock running through his face while I clicked my tongue. I guess they are just letting him run around with mercenaries.

        He didn't approach and I didn't comment, turning to look at the three who were all looking around like they owned the place. Which was actually making me walk away to see if I couldn't understand what we should be doing and pretending I did not know them. Which I didn't.

       "What's the current situation?" I asked a uniform, easily picking the mercenaries and soldiers apart.

       "We're on standby, holding the fort," Staring at her while she didn't even look at me I found my head tilting. They aren't going to tell me anything. Glancing over the merks I found one that seemed remotely talkative and made my way over with a pleasant smile. His stare dismissive and mildly cold I sat down in front of him.

        "I was wondering if I couldn't buy some information," His dismissive attitude shifted to moderate interest while I smiled wider. This particular group killed for money, if I acted like I was better or simply asked for information with no return, I could get ignored but money? They kill for it, a bit of information was a quick coin.

      "What you wanna know little missy?" He asked bringing his mug to his lips while I placed my elbow on the table, resting my chin in my hand. 

       "I'd like to know exactly what's going on around here, as much as you know," My voice dipped into the smooth feathery one I had when merged. His bushy brow raising as he glanced at the soldier I just asked.

       "Your keepers don't wanna say?" Laughing gently I shook my head.

       "Unfortunately, it seems we were dumped here to... Fix our attitudes," I hummed staring at the three out of the corner of my eye, sticking together quite firmly as they talked with a soldier who wasn't even giving them their attention.

        "Aye, brats without any brains," He snickered watching as miss first place raised her voice thinking it was going to get him to talk. "Now why are you here?" He asked looked as me from the corner of his eye, my smile still pleasant as I didn't have an answer.

      "I was told we were chosen by ability, not personality, however, that is clearly not true," Which meant he really did have an issue with my personality. I'm not overly surprised, it wasn't the best and I had foul habits but this is just a waste of time. "You could say I'm got an attitude problem of another sort,"

      "I can see that little one," He chuckled while my head tilted, his guard down as far as it was going to get, which wasn't down at all. I guess that's to be expected, we are on the battlefield and he is trained. "What you got as payment?"

       "... What would you like? I can get you practically anything with the right information,"

       "Really?" He chuckled, seemingly amused by everything I say, "There are these new potions, popped up about a year back, they explode-" Pulling out a rack from my bag I gently placed it between us, my smile unshifting.

       "And how many would you like for all the information you have? Here and elsewhere, scandals of all kind are welcome," He looked at the rack silently, glancing between it and me.

       "Kid, where'd you get these? The council are the ones handing these out and they wouldn't give them to some shot glass," ... Not even a half pint huh?

        "Now, now, I'm the one buying the information here, if you want to make a deal, we'll make one, if not, I can always find a friend of yours that will," Looking around, the rack having gotten a few of there attention as I seal the corks with a crest to ensure they can't be replicated. It blows up if you open it and you can't make the seal without knowing how, and it's got a trick that can't be guessed.

       "I think I understand your attitude problem Missy,"