Vought looked at Michael with a careful eye. His eyes widened, noticing something peculiar about him.
"You say you are from Reborn? I have heard many things about your company," he said, a slight curve on his mouth. "Those mechanical monsters they call 'automobiles' are interesting."
The Falconry Guards representative immediately interjected. "But you have no need for that, Lord Vought. In fact, it is entirely useless to all Draconians, for it is much more honorable and grand for you to fly using your own god-given gifts, correct?"
The dark Draconian man nodded. "Yes. In fact, I find it a nuisance sometimes as the noise of those loud and booming vehicles cloud my mind."
A smile appeared on the Upper Echelon man, but soon disappeared as Lord Vought continued.
"However… I cannot deny its use to the general mass. The fact that they can be used so that even normal citizens can traverse large distances is something I am sure that the Iron Maiden will appreciate.
