Sahara flinched, whipping her head around the room. Her eyes landed on the same blue dragon from yesterday. He was just. Sitting there.

"Do you have any idea how rude it is to intrude into someone's den?" Sahara spat, eyeing her shelves to make sure nothing was touched.

"Well I couldn't just wait around outside," Finch started.

"That's EXACTLY what you should have done," she hissed. "What do you want?"

"Fernwing is dead," he said with no hint of emotion. No remorse, no sadness? Not even a a little bit of guilt?

"Oh really? What's your proof," Sahara raised an eyebrow. Without any other words Finch walked past her, travelling outside, she followed. Where was he going?

They came to a den. Sahara glanced up, it was two dens down from Lilypad's, on ground level. She knew this den, it belonged to four siblings. Finch edged inside, squinting. Sahara scanned the area, a slightly tattered rug, a clearly knocked over vase with a chip on it's side had been put back up. Sahara eyed the floor, the dust and dirt on the floor followed a path, leading outside, claw marks from a struggle had been covered by a rug.

He was terrible at hiding evidence, but she didn't see Fern anywhere.

"How do I know if he's dead?" Sahara came up to Finch, glancing behind her now and then. She knew Cattail and Landslide were usually out at lunch this time, but there was always a chance they'd come back early.

"And how do I know you actually got rid of him?" Sahara scowled.

"Not everything needs to be gory, poison works just as well. That Fern dragon was a piece of cake," Finch said, continuing outside.

Sahara stared in astonishment. This dragon might be a very helpful alley in the future. Finch came to a lake, stopped, and stared at the water. Of course, he dumped the body into the lake. But wait- there was still no evidence.

"Well, I don't see anything," Sahara hissed.

Finch then walked to a nearby bush, plucking a golden horn ring from an inner branch and set it in her talons. Sahara stared at it, it was the ring. The horn ring Fern always wore.

"Alright, take it," Sahara mused, pulling a bag from her satchel filled with coins. She was supposed to give these to Pearl, but she had more at her den.

"Glad doing business," Finch nodded, then started to walk off.

"Hey wait-" Sahara called after him. Finch stopped in his tracks and turned his head, giving her a side look. "I may just have another job for you." She added.

Finch paused, nodding slowly like he was interested.

"One of my dragons is..injured," She started. "And therefore the dragon I need dead is still alive."

Finch nodded again.

"Can you take care of another dragon named Landslide?" Sahara said with a hint of curiousity. This task would prove of Finch was worthy or not. Landslide was large, larger than Scorch, and Scorch was probably as big as an adult Air Dragon. If he took care of Landslide, it'd mean he was skilled enough to work for her.

"Depends, how much we talking," he said in a monotone voice.

"He's larger than you an I, and difficult to take down. But I believe you can pull it off," Sahara said. "We can talk a bag of gold, might even add in some emralds or something."

Finch stood, pinching a coin between his talons and rubbing it.

"Have a description?" He added.

Sahara grinned, taking a scroll from her bag and handing it to him. She seemed to have literally everything in her bag.

Finch glazed through the paper, looked at Sahara, and without a word travelled off. He was a dragon of little words, which was actually perfect. She glanced at the sky, it was nearly past noon now. She traveled to her den for a quick break, grabbing out hidden boxes from under stones and under the dirt, and collected specific ones in a tiny green bag. She then went back outside, fluttered into the air and lightly glided down to the beach. Children skidded around her as she tried to dodge them. Dragons by shops hollered, 'You look like you'd need some food ma'am.' Or 'Buy one get a second for FREE!' Or something like, 'Last rugs in stock! Get 'em while they're here!'

She slipped past the swirling crowds of dragons, reaching a secluded bay where no dragons sat, legends have said it was the very spot Hydrolon died, but it could've also been a ploy to get dragons here at Floral Beach. She rapped her claws impatiently along a stone she sat by, laying her head on it. The same Sea Dragon from before slipped out of the water, shaking her head and sending droplets everywhere.

"So, she's gone?" Sahara said carefully. Something had obviously happened, Pearl had scars all over her.

"She was difficult, but just because she was older doesn't mean I couldn't handle it," Pearl lifted her head in superiority, swatting seaweed off her tail. This beach was very dirty and polluted.

"Hm," Sahara replied skeptically.

Pearl then sighed, and with one quick movement took something out of a bag she had slung around her side and threw a claw on the ground in front of Sahara.

"You know me so well," Sahara smirked, and tossed Pearl two bags, the green one from earlier, and a brown one already inside.

She saw Pearl open them greedily, gazing at all the gems inside. Pearl nodded, trodding off into the ocean with the bag clutched in her claws.

She needed to make sure that Pearl hadn't lied though- Pearl never let her down before, but it was good to make sure. Sahara twisted her neck toward the shore. It was funny to see all the dragons going about their normal business, not even knowing what was even going on under their snouts.

She lifted off into the air, dodging other dragons in the sky with her. They didn't seem to care or even acknowledge any other dragons in the sky, they just flew to get where they were going. She eyed a corner of Willow Forest where Lilypad and her mate lived, the 3rd den up from the ground. She glanced inside the den, no one seemed to be inside. Good. Leave no evidence. This was why she liked Pearl. She was smart, she did see a few small things though, Pearl made sure her visit was only visible to dragons like her. The rug on the floor was etched with a small V. She needed more dragons like Pearl.

That brought Sahara's mind back to Finch. Finch could easily replace Pearl- not that she'd do that anytime soon. He could also easily replace Scorch- no no. Scorch is never going to leave her. Sahara rubbed her head in a frustrated way. She didn't have enough gold and gems for a new member.

She fluttered back into the air, hovering just above the Medic Den. She sighed, then flew off.

She'd find a way.