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The morning sun awoke Vilkas as he slept on the bed. He stumbled over t the large sunning rock as he shifted, stretching out his wings with a yawn. It felt nice, and he was glad he'd still be able to fly after the attack. [color=0047ab]"Need to get started on that training... I'll ask Master R about it... Wonder if I can get access to the forge... Haven't gotten a chance to build in a while too..."[/color] The dragon, once he felt himself sufficiently warmed leapt off the rock into the openness of the sky around him. Flapping great wings he sailed a lazy circle. A strong updraft kept him from going too far down. Touching down on the landing area he shifted and dressed, heading to the mess hall.

He smelled a few new people as he collected a heaping plate. young Dragons burned a lot of energy. He noticed Voltaire and headed over, introducing himself. [color=0047ab]"Greetings, I'm Vilkas. What brings you to a place like this?"[/color] He noticed that once again, he was quite larger than most of the residents here.