Sleeping Dragon we always tear our Gods to bits and eat the bits we like

It was special, then. A place from the past. His normal easy smile faded into something more solemn, and he, too, lifted his head to sing, his rich low tenor harmonizing with the others. Once the call had rang out, he looked around, thinking that it was a pity that this was no longer their home.

He was excited, though, to see what was next. In fact--

So, what's next? Verx asked no one in particular, licking his chops as if just finishing a delicious meal. He really had no use for sentiment; he always wanted to move on as soon as possible. It was stupid to linger on things for more time than necessary.