Tyran had to lie, and he had to lie fast. What could he say that would convince Dagon to come with him? There wasn't much time between here, and his office - but the human man was sure to figure it out. He had to.
So many people he cared about and loved were on that ship. If they went down, he'd never forgive himself for not being quick enough on the draw to make a difference.
His feet picked up the pace as the thought of all of those faces blue in the water echoed in his mind like a bad memory he hadn't lived out. Why did it have to rain so soon to their arrival? He hadn't had much progress, and they were already exposed. He remembered how his mother taught him to use the rain to hide -- but now it had turned against him.
He found his way inside his temporary master's quarters and immediately shut the door behind him as he came towards Dagon with the bottle. Only after he handed it to the Vampire, did he start his careful spiel.
