[ He can almost hear the gravelly voice of Bahamut in his head, in his usual slightly dry tone that passes for amusement, then cut out the boy's tongue. Of course, the elder wyrm isn't here. It would be a lie to say that he didn't miss Bahamut's counsel; but he is ultimately a dragon, and dragons have very different priorities from mortals.
The Krytheians had their theory about taste, but he's never really studied it. It wasn't important. ]
Goodness. Well, I suppose I can't contribute much unless I get a hold of himself.
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The Krytheians had their theory about taste, but he's never really studied it. It wasn't important. ]
Goodness. Well, I suppose I can't contribute much unless I get a hold of himself.
[ He folds his arms. ]
What's your name?