We use sciency gadgets, but unfortunately none of it came with me when I arrived here.” He might be thinking of ray guns and other retro futuristic things rather than what you’ve grown up with or brought. Now that you think about it, you didn’t see a single electrical pole the entire time running through those streets. Considering they have magic, maybe that’s what they use instead? Or maybe that’s what they call their alternate form of tech?
 
“I don’t handle crowds well… sorry about that little guy, I just got overwhelmed and scared.” You know it’s more than that, you were terrified, enough to think scaring them and running was a good idea. From what you’ve seen of them, they weren’t going to hurt you, but just the idea of them… extracting not what you are, but WHO you are sparks some sort of primal fear. You’ve never liked anybody digging into your center, not even yourself. Not wanting to talk nor think about this, you ask, “So are you like, her pet or something?”
 
He gives you a perturbed glare. “No, I’m her assistant, thank you very much. Her number one assistant. Dragons aren’t pets…” Seems like you hit a nerve. He maybe small, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think for himself. For all you know, he could be older than you are… or ever will be.
 
Trying to get back on his better side, you decide to go back to your problem. “Spike, huh? Listen, I’ve got really, REALLY bad social anxiety, so I tend to get a little kooky when I get surrounded. You know what calms me way down, though? Some spirits. You know where I could find some alcohol?” Letting your emotions get the better of you and going full retard was a bad idea, but with what’s been going on, maybe snapping a little helped to calm the nerves. You do feel a little better, but a drink would help. The assistant gives you a raised eyebrow, but you hear a door open before he says anything.
 
“Okay, they’re gone.” Twilight is at the top of a staircase and begins her descent, bringing light with her. With the illumination now here, you see that this is some sort of study room. Shaped like a circle, books line the walls and there are tables with various instruments strewn about. “They won’t be following you anymore.” Oh thank God. “I set up a press conference after lunch.” Oh God no. She says it like it isn’t a big deal. “Sounds like you had quite an adventure, and some new clothes too. If you told me, I would of helped. The report was sent to The Princess, is there anything else you need?”
 
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