Rhyderi: Don’t tell me how to manage the lower ranked people I’m teaching. *crouches down, poking his forehead with an leather-gloved finger, the top-side covered in plates of mithril* And go home. It’s late. Go home and get into the safety of your house, before somebody sees your wings and tries to shoot at you. They don’t like us. We’re different. *rises to his feet and puts his helmet back on, covering up his ears* Don’t get yourself killed. Now go!

Kalysto: Dealership? You mean a house place. Somebody who sells property. The dealership sells those weird engineer car things that don’t even run on steam power.