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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Vendetta" data-source="post: 2881200" data-attributes="member: 14961">Then the older man that you had met earlier that morning at breakfast in the Flying Griffin stands up to speak. "It seems to me that a dragon has little to do with the intrigues of men, elves, and dwarves. To what possible purpose would an account of its mating and offspring serve a dragon for any reason but the truth? Why would a dragon, fierce as they are, dilute themselves with tales of a greater threat? What does it gain? No sir, I believe that these half dragon children of the Dark One do exist and that they are just now coming of age. Why else would this dragon wait all these years to get its revenge? For it did claim it sought the lives of Kendrian and Tandra'var in exchange for Rox'Voroth's." The man sits down again as the crowd buzzes with private conversations."Aye?" A dwarf shouts from across the room. "An wot proof ye? Ye jest surmizin' dat. Maybe ye thinks ye kin scare others inta ye agreement by killin' our ambassador, but nae we dwarves!" At this shout, the hall erupts into termoil as elves and humans shout as angrily and accusingly as the dwarves shout at them. The king at the podium pounds a gavel and shouts, magically loud, for order. After five more minutes of the chaos, the room finally quiets.</blockquote>