Dragoncrest Cliffs diven dous

hmm, rhaegal murmurs in contemplation, trying to sift through the stories that he had, for he had at least a year's worth maybe more. he studies her for a moment, wondering what sort of story she wanted. there was the story of the coup but ... that did not shed meares island on any sort of good light and not what he wishes to necessarily relive any time soon.

i dinnae ken if i have any interestin' stories. there's a few about how i got trounced by the waves when i was a wee bairn but — he offers a soft shrug of his shoulders.