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"[color=goldenrod]That is somewhat true, we always have the power to change our lives, but some things can't change no matter how hard we try.[/color]" Watching him pull out the shot glasses, then shortly after the liquid as Vendril sighs softly. He wasn't fond of any alcohol besides wine, but he was willing to make an exception here.

With that he'd take his glass, smile at the man and hold his hand forward to allow the chink between the glasses, this was a form of both respect and tradition Vendril would never forgo. Bringing the glass to his lips and downing the substance as he flinches and stiffens, unlike Dorian it wouldn't settle well for Vendril. Coughing several times as he gently smacks his fist against the counter, though after a moment he'd groan and blink to regain his senses as he looks at the glass. "[color=goldenrod]Not trying to kill me are ya?[/color]"

An effort to joke really, his voice gave that much away as he chuckles and places the shot glass back on the counter. His elbow on it to support him as he rested his head on his hand. "[color=goldenrod]I remember it all so well... I remember the kingdom I lived in when I was younger, I wasn't all that grand or anything even if I was of Copper Dragonkin. I did want more and I worked towards it, it was within my reach...[/color]" Using his other hand as he stares off to the side at nothing, just lost in his story. Though his smile faded as he continues and reeled his hand back. "[color=goldenrod]That changed however when the War came to my world, they took me and many other dragonkin and turned us into living weapons...[/color]"

Leaning up and using his arms to support himself as he stared at something above Dorian as he continued. "[color=goldenrod]I was a lab rat during it all, my wings ripped off, they grafted new ones into my arms! They manipulated my very blood...[/color]" It seemed painful for him to continue along that line of thought as he slumped back into his arm holding him up on the counter.