Urist & Glymstock Gurdmann - Both Male - Warhammer - Hingfil Chain - Tags: Reagan Corus, Eren Jeager
As the dust cleared, he got a better view of the dragon and, apparently, its companion. Again, rather small by his estimation, but what surprised him more was the umgi next to it, dressed in some of the stranger clothing he'd ever seen one wear. It made him(?) look like a bloody elgi, and the strip of cloth round his eyes left him even more baffled, especially that it was completely spotless. Maybe he was some sort of wizard, with the dragon serving as his(?) mount? His(?) spotlessness left him doubting that as well. Erring on the side of caution, he kept the ship turning round the two on the ground, especially with the contraption holding off on firing on the pair as well, despite her claims. Best not to anger the magician, in his experience.
The dragon and umgi's explanation did lessen his confusion. More cityfolk, drawn in like the beardling. The dragon speaking was a bit of a nasty surprise, but he had heard of wyrms speaking before, though he was sure that such stories usually made such beasts size a main feature. The tall tales of arkanauts, he supposed. He gave a glare of distaste as the contraption lowered its rifle, which turned to confusion at the respect it spoke to the umgi with. Looking again at his (definitely a he by the voice) strange dress, the odd title the contraption referred to him by, and likely spellcraft, perhaps whatever chaos lord drew them here drew from across the span of time as well. Considerations for when a dragon wasn't ready to spit flames upon his vessel. He could respect the contraption's desire for profit, if nothing else.
"If it's not a fight ye want, then bring yer bloody drak to heel.", with the 'drak' being spat with particular venom. "Then we can speak of cooperatin'"
The ships' cannon remained aimed on the pair the whole time as it maintained its course around them.
(why can i not get these dang posts to a satisfying level)