"Well I suppose I could always eat you to keep your out of the cold," Forlirn replied jokingly with a bit of a smirk. "Or you could try using some of the many blankets we brought. That is why we have them, after all."
<Yes... the problem of course will be wounding him, as we really know almost nothing about the dragon himself...>
<Perhaps it is. I doubt anybody has really tried to become close to him... after all, I have heard stories of the guardian of Glaruindem, yet never heard anything in these stories involving a companion of any sort. Of course, I can't know for sure seeing as I'm not him.>
"Oh. Well, it doesn't hurt to be jumpy," Frilarth said, nodding. "Especially around us, cause the assassins make us all jumpy. And really paranoid. We always seem to think everybody is trying to kill us. Sometimes we're right, which has saved our hides, but other times it just makes us stressed, which isn't really-"
He abruptly stopped speaking. A puffin had just landed on Frilarth's snout and started pecking at one if his nostrils, causing the dragon to go cross-eyed in an attempt to view the brave bird.
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