"You don’t mean… Is he perhaps called Draskil, the Malefic Dragonkin?" Irin said as she came in with the assist, her eyes wide and her mouth gaping. Ten out of ten acting from her. The Azure Dragonkin grinned. "So even someone as lowly as you is aware of him." "That can’t be…" Jake said with faux horror before he aggressively turned his head to look at the server currently placing a glass in front of Irin. In an offended tone, he asked, "When the hell did you make Draskil your Chosen?" The server stopped and turned to Jake as he put up his hands defensively. "Hey, don’t look at me; I didn’t
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