Becky is sitting at her desk doing what she does best: her nails. When in comes a dragon. I do not get paid enough, I want a raise. She thought as she put on a smile and the nail file down.

"Is someone expecting you?" She asked the dragon.

::Aurthur blinked and turned his head to the woman, and he smiled, giving a bow of his head.:: Well, no, i dont think anyone is really expecting me, but i thought i would drop in. You see, i had a wonderful idea that i think may be of some help to Rhydin. It was kind of an accident as to how i stumbled on to the idea, actually. It happened when my mate Icer and I were having a conversation......Oh, but im just babbling now. ::he chuckled softly, knowing that he was not really known as a talker, save for to his mate.::

Des took the note from the boy when he came through the door with a smile to him. She was thinking fast about what the large dragon had said. He was making a claim about something to help the whole town. Now why exactly he came to the paper and not the Governor might be pretty interesting to find out along with what it was he thought was going to help. Not to mention in what area he was hoping to help out.

Way to many things were happening that were just not right in her opinion with all the goings on and she was even seriously considering gathering up her hand picked guard again and toting them around. There was murder and mayhem everywhere and her ?Deadliest weapon known to man? was not lethal in reality. Nerf darts weren?t going to detour a natural born killer for long.

Yes there was the surprise factor that would give her time to get away using her wedding ring and the set-spell that her husband had crafted within it for her protection but those darts didn?t even contain something to tranquilize a person. All they were was foam with a suction cup on the end so they would stick if her aim was true.

Then again there were the other more traditional and even a few nontraditional that she did always carry on her person that were the cause of more than one of her refined Westridge dressing maids having to be carried out of her dressing room in a dead faint by the footman that was always standing in the hallway. Of course that was not that footman?s main reason for being there. He was really there to hold open the doors when a body wanted to walk in or out of them and that was another thing that had taken her many months to get used to. Who would have thought there were people being paid to do nothing but stand and open and close doors in a hallway.

But now she was way off track as there was Aurthur still in the reception area as she drug her thoughts back to the situation at hand and away from all those other interesting tangents. The cowgirl Queen spied Becky back at it filing away at her nails and drew in her breath in a low hiss. The woman was not being paid to file her nails all ding dang day and if Amal caught her doing that she would be out on the street with those nasty newspaper boys selling papers.

Navy blues narrowed slightly upon the pretty woman at the desk as she stepped into view and put on her regal smile and persona for their visitor. ?Good day Aurthur. I understand you are wanting to speak with a reporter about something. I have some time.? She glanced toward the nail filing receptionist with a cutting look. ?Becky I believe Jewell?s husband, Stephan, was looking for you. Something about a plank.?

Of course she hadn't really heard the Pirate mentioning anything about a plank but if it would get the woman working instead of doing nothing but filing her nails she would try the scare tactic first. Then if that didn't work there were always other means to get her point across.

Des smiled as she listened to Aurthur with her hands neatly folded in front of her as she stood quite relaxed there in the reception area. She managed not to dart dirty looks over at Becky as she focused on their guest. Instead she nodded occasionally when appropriate in places while he laid out his and Icer?s thoughts and plans.

It really was a good idea she thought to herself that any race or species could come to them for a home as she knew what a good mother Icer would be. She hadn?t been around Aurthur nearly as much but a mother?s love was very important in her opinion, having a daughter herself, so when he finished speaking she nodded again.

?I have been doing wonderfully thank ya for asking. Aurthur I believe your idea has a great deal of merit and would you and Icer like to advertise your place in the paper as you are right many of the people in town do read The Oracle and I believe this would be a great way to get the word out that y?all are willing to take in anyone and everyone that is orphaned and needs a home.?