[video]
[good afternoon, Siren's Port. There is a vaguely confused, mostly nonplussed nightmare staring at you.]
It is not the day I remember it being. ...Someone has interfered with something they should not have. There is something - missing.
[a pause. He tilts his head up, looking at the sky.] There is talk of cultists and sacrifices. Petty dreamers, fools who play with old magics like children with matches. They do not realize, I think, how much more there is to suffer than burnt fingers. I wonder if these are my meddlers.
[another long, thoughtful silence follows.]
...I am also missing a small dragon.
It is not the day I remember it being. ...Someone has interfered with something they should not have. There is something - missing.
[a pause. He tilts his head up, looking at the sky.] There is talk of cultists and sacrifices. Petty dreamers, fools who play with old magics like children with matches. They do not realize, I think, how much more there is to suffer than burnt fingers. I wonder if these are my meddlers.
[another long, thoughtful silence follows.]
...I am also missing a small dragon.