dorian
He'll wrap you in his arms
Tell you that you've been a good boy
Tell you that you've been a good boy
"Mhmm." Dorian replies calmly and brightly, smiling such that his cheeks grew into rosey little mounds. Blinking, he looks down at the dragon carcass, head tilted to the side slightly. "No? How can you tell?" He wonders, sounding genuinely curious. It absolutely wasn't a clean kill, and in fact there were still burning bits of the dragon still smoldering from where a certain purple blast of void energy had scored through it.
"Oh!" Glancing down at his hand, bloody and sticky, Dorian holds it up apologetically. "Dorian. A real pleasure to meet you." He nearly sings, adopting the tone of the sort of idiot only too pleased to bump into one of Caido's real heroes.
Reaching into one of his pockets, Dorian produces what is actually just a rock, only he's carved a dragon's talon very convincingly into it. "This. Given to me by Frey for precisely this task, actually."
"Oh!" Glancing down at his hand, bloody and sticky, Dorian holds it up apologetically. "Dorian. A real pleasure to meet you." He nearly sings, adopting the tone of the sort of idiot only too pleased to bump into one of Caido's real heroes.
Reaching into one of his pockets, Dorian produces what is actually just a rock, only he's carved a dragon's talon very convincingly into it. "This. Given to me by Frey for precisely this task, actually."
He'll rekindle all the dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
It took you a lifetime to destroy
