by Kyrit » 07/31/2021 10:01 AM
It hadn’t even been given a name to their knowledge. It had no one to teach it to speak, no family to tell it right from wrong. There were just the Sorrowsworn, mimics, and eventually its own young to keep it company. And perhaps Razand, based on what Vala said the sealed lich had called himself and the presence of the fog during their fight. It behaved with little more than predatory instinct and yet even still, he had heard the wordless, mournful cries of the dragon as it found the first of its young struck down.