"Long ago, the Dralkons were known by a different name. Dragons. Large majestic creatures with intelligent minds and control over Mana. We of Vashkram had been known to fight and war, but it was mostly out of boredom. Our kind had lived together for tens of thousands of years, even before my birth."
Reinhart sighed and then flicked his finger twice. As he did, comfortable chairs grew from the ground. While he knew and could feel Sprout still fighting the Feral Dralkon, or Dragon as he had thought. Unfortunately, Reinhart was at the mercy of this strange Dralkon, so he thought they might as well be comfy.
"Oh?" Gresh mused as he looked at the chair behind himself. "Even in the presence of your perceived enemy, you offer an olive branch? You have to know this will not make me speed up my story?"