Duskfire Glacier you black out when you talk too much

He was charmed.

The body was pale as if it rose from the glacier itself but the head of the beast was dark. Nearly a floating head in the way it hovered over the glacier's landscape. The stranger looked like someone who belonged here, unlike Dagur who already found himself missing the slopes of Dragonspine.

But he had promised himself to return with something — or someone.

His features fell from a scowl into something more curious. His tail tentatively waved behind him, a crooning note in his throat.

He doubted that he himself looked charming, but maybe he could try to sound it...