Dromaeus turned on Laguna.
"Oh, I have helped your kind, human." he spat. "I have saved countless lives from extinction under the Voice of my own true kind, creatures far greater than they. And why? I do not know. Before I discovered my true nature, your kind had sent me to the headsman, for the crime of passing a border, and the reward of one extra name on their lists. Before that, I was held in chains in Cyrodiil as a slave. The Argonians, my egg-brothers, were treated like beasts of burden by these warm blooded rats, and by the 'highborn' elves too. And yet, I stopped Alduin from scorching them from the land." He brought his face right up to Laguna's, teeth bared.
"So as I said, heed your words." he snarled.
I am well, Erica. Only Dromaeus suspected anything, and he is dealing with the others. They do not look happy with him at all, actually.