A Floor is A Floor [Open]

Are

Are could nothing but nod and chuckle at Adam's observations of the strangeness of whatever afterlife they found themselves in. His choice of words was... interesting, and Are was busy trying to catch up with what he was trying to say and formulate an answer beyond a perplexed grunt. What little breathing room he was left to answer in got cut short by the noise of a diving bird and a glint of dark as the jet black scales caught the light.

"Swina bqllr!" Are exclaimed and threw himself into a bookshelf, nearly toppling it but. Provided temporary cover by the shower of musty old tomes the shelf sent raining down upon him, he peered out between the fingers covering his face.

One day he would have the strength and knowledge to not be scared shitless by anything, that day seemed far out as he, shivering, exhaled. The creature's friendliness towards Adam calmed Are. Enough so that he could sit up again and resume the conversation. "Yes, very... cool." he said and swallowed hard, the creature gave him the shills. A dragon, not as sizeable as he had come to believe, but it was all there. "Where did you find it? Who was it before? The treasure, the knowledge, is it all yours now !?" Are said, every word almost stumbling on the one before.