[ they may loiter cause! yeah, maybe there are treasure chests if Estinien didn't loot them... But dragons are made of flesh and bone, too.
How they try to get weapons or not, we will see. There is no sound except for the soft gales and the intervals of crackling thunder. No roars. Not patters of clawed feet. It seems they are alone here. What was once home to dragons became their graveyard.
The voice from before: "Vengeance begets hate... It is a never-ending cycle. An ouroboros."
The black bird is here, just chilling. Actually, it perches on Vax's corpse. Still chilling. ]
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How they try to get weapons or not, we will see. There is no sound except for the soft gales and the intervals of crackling thunder. No roars. Not patters of clawed feet. It seems they are alone here. What was once home to dragons became their graveyard.
The voice from before: "Vengeance begets hate... It is a never-ending cycle. An ouroboros."
The black bird is here, just chilling. Actually, it perches on Vax's corpse. Still chilling. ]