"Well, my head appears to remain firmly attached to my neck. My pride has a gaping hole in it, though."
Then the Dragon falls silent for a time, after Myr's last question regarding dreams and demons. He first caught wind about the importance of dreams from a dwarf that gave him the impression of either severe drunkenness or some sort of derangement. Yngvi was his name, if Sarkan can recall it correctly. At that time, he did not understand at all what the dwarf was going on about. Now that he has read and studied a fair bit about Thedosian magic and the Fade, he has started to pay much closer attention to his nightly dreams, whenever he has an occasion to remember and think over them. He even keeps a neat, hyper-organized journal at his bedside so that he may record exactly what occurs each night and not lose the memory to oblivion.
"Only occasionally, so far," he admits. "It's a new type of intrusion than I'm used to, and I've scarcely scratched the surface. I just record what I remember each morning."
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Then the Dragon falls silent for a time, after Myr's last question regarding dreams and demons. He first caught wind about the importance of dreams from a dwarf that gave him the impression of either severe drunkenness or some sort of derangement. Yngvi was his name, if Sarkan can recall it correctly. At that time, he did not understand at all what the dwarf was going on about. Now that he has read and studied a fair bit about Thedosian magic and the Fade, he has started to pay much closer attention to his nightly dreams, whenever he has an occasion to remember and think over them. He even keeps a neat, hyper-organized journal at his bedside so that he may record exactly what occurs each night and not lose the memory to oblivion.
"Only occasionally, so far," he admits. "It's a new type of intrusion than I'm used to, and I've scarcely scratched the surface. I just record what I remember each morning."