The fog rose and a dragon came.
[Isley's voice accompanies the gentle click of his Forge as he turns it on, the gears humming internally, a soft whir of noise that is barely audible against the brush of wind across the speakers. The sword he normally carries at his hip is driven into the earth; he rests his back against the blade and in his lap
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[Isley chuckles.]
It is a little lengthy for the likes of that, don't you think?
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Like you, I don't sleep much...although, it is less due to dreams and more due to a lack of requirement.
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How do you manage that? Too much coffee? [He's not really that naive. He's already moved on to trying to figure out what you are.]
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