Brynn
The dragon curtsies at the gesture. "Most gracious Commander, many thanks. I shall inform the others and...wait for the delivered parts. Perhaps we can make good use of them."
She tries to hide her lingering discomfort as she turns and heads to the marketplace, searching for IP. Using the harvested corpse of a drake she slew not even an hour ago still felt morbid no matter how she tried to spin it in her head. She didn't even like to think about Arisen's creation for the same reason. The very ritual that birthed it was a product of human mages, and human mages alone. Yes, she'd re-enacted the ritual herself, but that was simply to make an unnecessary sacrifice mean something, salvage what she could of the drake's essence. Even in the modern day where conflict between their species was much lesser, there was still the rare occasion where humans slew weaker drakes both for sport and hostility. Worst yet, there seemed to even be an odd sort of pride as they harvested the remains of their foes to adorn themselves.
Why would Father allow such a thing? Why would he himself endorse the desecration of long dead drakes, and give her a weapon forged from the corpses of her own ancestors? Brynn doubted she would ever understand. Just as much as she doubted she would allow that state of affairs to continue when she was finally queen. But that was a long time off, and needed to wait.
"Ah Instructor Prototype, I've wonderous news!" She calls out with false cheer when she finally spots the android.