[A queen? That much drew Ban's eyes from the swarm, right back to the owner of that ostentatious claim. He furrowed his brows, surprised only by the realization that there was a Queen playing around with a pet dragon; there was a monarch who had every opportunity to complain about sand and the sea foam, but never did.

He looked back to the crabs as they ran along the shore, darting towards a collapsed stone structure. Behind the structure, a few of Nalawi's residents were trying to push a stone wall back, to allow someone to come out from under it. They had been trapped. Daenerys and Ban had only been thirty yards away--being able to see the numbers of the hungry creatures in fine detail.]

You're full of surprises a bit too soon in our meeting, My Lady. [Call Ban whatever you like, but--he was a knight, once. He didn't treat royalty poorly.]

Let Drogon distract anything that sneaks up behind us. [Ban sounded desperate, but it was in some capacity that was tough to judge by a stranger. Had Daenerys known him before, she might have expected him to say something so abysmally stupid.]

I got plenty of space, buuuut it's a pain in the ass~. [He acceded, expression turning dull. With a flick of his wrist, a pink whip grew from the end of his sectioned staff that whirled in the arc of a reaper's scythe. The elongated, magic-clad weapon lanced through the air quicker than lightning as it neatly and professionally removed the legs from the crab at the front of the swarm. It was a fine point needle that dissected the target as expertly as one might have prepared crab legs on a cutting board.]

If they rush all at once, I may end up ruining the meat.