[ a spring of magic? everett need not even elaborate, that viren can envision people clamoring over themselves to seize control of it. in a direct way of thinking, magic meant power. ]

[ the response to his question regarding their deities is meant with quiet for a moment, viren parsing through that. ]

I have never known a benevolent dragon. [ he finally says. ] In my world, they are fearsome, violent creatures that would oppress humanity — they are much better kept... [ "in pieces." ] ... away from our lands.

[ well, then.

accompanied by a certain finality to his words, words that bring himself concern to remind himself of - dangerous, dangerous beings, they are. he knows he's already briefly alluded to the topic with everett. ]

But I am glad to hear they have earned your praise. [ a thin smile. he takes another drag of his cigarette now, something that is beginning to burn low. ] The place you are familiar with—Myddvai?—sound as if it's quite the magical land, to say the least.