Sanfeng bares his teeth at Janen in a mock tiger's smile. The wyrm's interruption commands his attention, until the scaleykind begins to address the strength Sanfeng coveted so greatly.

"You speak to an exile of a just cause and foreign gods. I need these things like a hawk needs a shepherd's rod. I trust a wyrm may judge the strength of mortals and set before them sporting trials. Is that trust enough?"