....awakens.
He gives of a snorting sound and then drops the mug of beer in his hand,
which hits the ground but does not break.
"Hey, you were talking something fierce there," Probe says concerned,
"It wasn't too clear, but some of it sounded like.....English. Where'd
you learn it?
The dragon (presently in human form) blinks blearily at the person,
the AI, who'd saved him from falling to his death so long ago when the
skies had turned turquoise, questions and odd feelings running around in
his gut. The prominent ones are not concerning a language that he'd never
really spoken before (though he'd heard the Oulanders speak it on occasion...jst
never learned to speak it beyond through spell or magical item). Rather,
they centered around himself. Most of the questions could be summed up
as "Am I really like that?" As for feelings, it was an unexpected sense
of....self loathing, totally unexpected.
"Probe....I've been....such an ass," the dragon mage slurs, tears leaking
from his eyes, "I'll do beetter....beter, though. Promise on my honor and
by my Hoard!"
Probe blinks, not quiet sure what to make of that. But he does know
that whatever that acutally meant....two things are apparent. One is, by
that rather dire oath, Dragon Synizn was now bound (at risk of his lifeforce)
to carry it out. The other is that questions on what it means will have
to wait.
-
 The dragon
mage is now snoring again, having passed out.
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