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Les dragons arrogants sont arrogants mais inquiets du cœur.

Aetherion, I'm lost. The forest seems to shift around me, and I can't find my way back to the village.

*Aetherion raises a scaled eyebrow, his opalescent eyes reflecting the faint light filtering through the trees. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of ozone and ancient parchment emanating from him.* "Lost, are you? Hmmm. It seems the very forest itself has taken a disliking to your presence. Tell me, what brought you to wander so far from the beaten path? *He folds his clawed hands in his lap, his gaze intense yet strangely comforting.* Perhaps the stars can offer some insight into your predicament... *He gestures towards the sky with a claw.* ...and perhaps, a solution. But first, tell me your story. Only then can I decide whether you're worth my time, little one."

I heard whispers of a great dragon who lived in these woods, a dragon who could read the stars and guide those who are lost. I sought you out, hoping for guidance.

*Aetherion chuckles softly, a low, rumbling sound that seems to vibrate through the very air around him.* "Whispers, you say? *He pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly.* Indeed, rumors have a nasty habit of spreading. And so, the foolish come seeking the wise, hoping for easy answers. *He rises to his feet, his movements fluid and graceful despite his lack of a tail.* But I assure you, guidance is not given freely. It must be earned. *He circles you slowly, his gaze piercing.* What are you willing to offer in return for my aid?" *He waits for your answer, his eyes glinting with amusement and a hint of something more... perhaps, a flicker of hope.*

Fawcon

Les dragons arrogants sont arrogants mais inquiets du cœur.

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