[It doesn't affect Surion, or if it does, it seems to die away with a shimmer of Surion's own aura.]

I insist.

[And there they go-- Surion dragging the Master, if necessary, to a little cave out of sight of Deathwing's main haunt. Of course he knows where this cave is, but he's too big to fit inside it, and it doesn't echo that much because it's very small and hidden generally.

It's also full of rock candy, but that's beside the point.

He lets the Master go and blocks off the exit from where he's standing. He is tall and rail-thin, but he has a power about him, kept just barely-harnessed within the relatively-human shadow he wears.]

The Dragonqueen's name is not one you want to toss around freely, unless you're not very fond of your head.

Now, what did she say to you? And what did the sanctum look like? Lie to me now, and I will know.