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That subtle amber hue behind that cowel’s eyelets flickered for a moment as the pupil passed to look back down the road. Vaal was certainly listening to the Dwarf’s story, as evidence by a brief moment where he had stopped in place and lagged behind visibly. The Kobold made a quick inhale and recovered from his misstep by moving once more.

[color=00aeef]“Then it -is- a vendetta. One of the ten fools. But one I sympathise. A story of loss that I feel is shared between you and I… if the lust for blood is not.”[/color] The kobold drawled in that distinct accent of his. He tilted his head thoughtfully. Trying to recall the events exactly. The majority of it was foggy. Like it was all in some sort of drunken haze. But he definitely remembered the agony and screams with full clarity. And he was lacking a voice for some reason.

Surprising how that was one of the few things that was easy for him to remember over the course of a year or two. Had it been a year? Longer? Storms… he needed to get better at tracking the time.

[color=00aeef]"I used to be much more grand than I currently am... you see! I sailed the skies like an ocean, and I was the master of my own sea. The strata in the desert sand was a privilege few enjoyed. I even had a love. It was an oddity, and one I knew would not last as the wheel of time turns. But I adored and treasured her. But nothing lasts as long as we wish. Being that grand... you attract enemies in a world that plays for keeps. Against my better judgement, I gave an honor-less cretin mercy. A fatal mistake. A mistake I dare not to repeat for any creature again. All I had, stolen away by that single damned black dragon."[/color]

The Kobold gave a wave of the hand. A small... uncharacteristic gust blew through the air, blowing a leaf from the ground upwards to the kobold. His hand swiped it from the air where it hung for a second. Small blue sparks jutting from his scales. His balled fist wriggled, letting ashes fall now.

[color=00aeef]"And now... I am-as I am. A tiny wayward, though fabulous, vegabond. Those memories just a hazy dream. Gone with the wind like ashes over embers. And should I have such power, I'd annihilate kingdoms and worlds to have it all back."[/color]

He seemed to smolder with an intensity for a few seconds. Looking wistfully to nothing. But his body seemed to... jar before he returned to reality. His tone held some black humor, but the optimism sounded a tad off. A kobold reaching, to not completely lose himself in what he fear may be insanity. His accent became significantly worse thanks to his sped up words. It had even developed a rhythmic cadence as he spoke. [color=00aeef]" But for now, I am a creature who'd be lucky enough to live another year before being cut down by an adventuring bloke with an axe. Not even a proper axe. The new perspective does have benefits however. Fortune prick me. I am enjoying certain things I never could. And the oppressive feeling of time running short has an... excitement. Now then, your dragon."[/color]

The kobold raised a tiny claw up to his jaws. His index finger pushed past his lips and tapped habitually at his teeth while he thought.

[color=00aeef]“Your search is a tad off, dawi. My memory is hardly worth calling trustworthy, but I do not use the term ‘Putrid Savage’ lightly. Where the water rots and the air fetid, is where they sleep.”[/color] His tone over the black dragons certainly had not changed the more he talked about him. There was even a faint trace of the beginnings of a snarl that died in seconds.

His gaze turned up to the dragonborn cook, as if wondering the woman had anything to add. Before turning back to the dwarf. He then shook his head slowly. [color=00aeef]“If I could remember more, I am not likely to share. If death was the worst to be given, the tale to be told would be different. For the jack of the night is kind. But tis not, tis their only mercy. I would not knowingly weave another’s fate into such a horrid augur.”[/color]