"You are welcome, traveler," Soul said to Fixszorx, nodding slowly. Forlirn could be seen watching the large Terran dragon, though he remained silent.
"I may be able to help with that," a voice said from behind Rhen. Its owner was a small dragon, roughly four feet in height and with scales red in color. The dragon did not seem to be entirely natural, however, for rather than appearing solid, it was slightly transparent, making it appear as though it were some sort of wraith. "But I can easily wait until you are well enough for discussion."
<Alright... it's usually customary for us to give our titles with our names, but I suppose it isn't necessary...>
<Pride breeds arrogance, however... and pride and arrogance are two things my father did not have a lack of. After seeing the way he brought the clan closer to its end toward the end of his life... well, it's left me with a very low opinion of pride and arrogance, for they are very destructive and create large blockades in the face of progress.>
"Humanity could not last more than a month against He," Soul replied, a note of sadness entering her usually neutral tone. "He would stride right through your show of pride, and destruction would be His wake."
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