((Colab by Legion and I))

Sarin set his cup down on a side table, in thought on where to begin for a moment "The dragons of the shrine are, put simply, representations of our gods. The sickly white dragon represents Death, the healthy green one is Life. the red and silver are representative of War and Peace respectively. They are often depicted as you see them outside, though they do have their human forms. A few have speculated that we picked the practice up from the Weredracs." He shrugged "It would make sense, as the records do indicate that the Weredracs came in various colors." Sarin stood slowly and paced over to the window, the last warm rays of the sun filtering through "Now I do have a question for you, Lord Imast. Do your dragons speak to you?" It was a faint hope, "But perhaps I can learn something about these damned whispers." he thought as he finished his question.

"They do not. Lord Sarin." Imast answered. 'But we have a connection. They are still young. Gods, talking to them? What could the future hold for us?' he thought. "These WereDracs. What could you tell me about them?" Imast asked. His thoughts were split. On one side he was curious after there WereDracs. But his mind was also partly thinking about what Sarin said. 'We have a White and Red Dragon. But no Silver or Green. Could that be a bad omen?' he thought. Imast however, remained seated.

"The Weredracs? Hmm, where to begin." Sarin pondered as he returned to his seat "Well I suppose I must start by saying they were beings with the natural ability to assume a human form or a dragon form. That being said, they did control much of Lacria, and built Va-serak, at a time when we were nothing more than warring tribes, fighting each-other and raiders from across the sea." He paused to collect his thoughts on where to continue for a moment "They were also reported to be creatures of great beauty, intellect, but also power, though we are still not sure the extent of the last one." Sarin took a sip from his cup as he finished "If you dont mind me asking, what are your dragons like? What is their story?"

“Our dragons?” Imast said. “They are creatures far from what you describe as WereDracs. They don’t talk for one. Nor can they change into a humanoid form. I highly doubt they could raise cities.” Imast explained. “But they are powerful. For example, Hurricana, my dragon. She has massive wings. Right now she can knock over men in heavy armor with the winds she can create. But for their story, you must forgive me, Lord Sarin. I fear I cannot share that with you right now.” Imast said. He actually already said too much. But only if Sarin listened well enough. He said that Hurricana was ‘his’ dragon. Something that could point out that they might have a connection.

Sarin nodded "His dragon? Interesting.." he thought to himself as Imast finished "Ah I understand my lord, dont worry I will not press the issue." somewhere in the city a bell tolled, signaling the suns final decent under the horizon, likewise a smaller chime echoed through the house. "Well I do believe dinner is ready for us." Sarin stood and opened the curtain "After you Lord Imast." Four tables were set up along the edges of the garden, food of many different variate sat upon it. Sarin motioned for his guests to sit first, and would wait to take his seat.