“That can’t be. I’ve showered and scrubbed myself dozens of times since I saw him last.”
The eye continued to squint at me. I hoped to lure him here with my antics, but it’s been days, and I grow weary of this game.
“Antics? Wait, you’ve been commanding the kobolds to kidnap children, hoping to attract Xervan’s attention?”
Xervan? Surely, he does not permit a mongrel to call him by that diminutive name.
“I can’t pronounce his un-diminutive name.”
That’s pathetic.
“Sorry, I’m not a full dragon sure but I am a half elf and half dragon. And you of all the creatures of all the realms should be able to understand that.”
Yes. I can tell. Even through telepathy, dragons could manage to be supercilious. I am Alabsaurin the Most Magnificent.
Great, he’s even more pompous than Xervan. I mean
