Vex remained on his knees for several long moments after Noah dismissed Nyx, the red mist dissipating into the cavern air. When he finally rose, his eyes held a fervor that made Noah's skin crawl—the look of a man who'd found religion in all the wrong places.
"Extraordinary," Vex breathed, brushing imaginary dust from his clothes as he composed himself. "Absolutely extraordinary. Your dragon... he's different from any I've encountered before. The power signature, the dimensional manifestation, even the way he carries himself." His smile returned, but now it held edges that hadn't been there before. "Right then, let's talk business. How much do you want for him?"
"I'm not here to sell," Noah said flatly. "I want information."
Vex's eyebrows rose with apparent delight. "A man after knowledge rather than profit? How refreshing. Ask away, Mr. Eclipse. I'm something of an expert on these matters."
