. . . . .

Sometimes, this connection allows me to sense things I wish I hadn't.

Huh.. and here I thought half-wyrms were just a myth used to scare outlanders.

[ The first cracks in Fume's stoic facade are made present, doubly so with his next words: ]

Tis an honor to meet you, o' mighty stormbringer,

[ A faux bow, accompanied by his eyes narrowing in smug contentment. ]

[ For a moment, it seemed as if Fume's fire was going to go out..! it didn't. In fact, the blaze seems to have grown. ]

Storm...wyrm. What, like a dragon?

[ Fume asks mostly rhetorically. He understands exactly what Sael is saying. It makes his heart skip a beat in excitement. ]

. . . That's something we share in common, no?

If only it were that simple...

[ At Sael's creature comment, Fume takes the time to take note of certain aspects of the other's appearance, things he brushed off prior. ]

The truth of that matter is more complex, unfortunately. The boiling blood of mine– only half of it comes from Man.

. . . . .

[ What IS waiting around for him? Other than the inevitable disappointment? ]

You're particularly well-traveled, I presume? Have you ever met a creature like me before?

[ As he speaks, the magmatic veins that span his rocky forearms flare to life. ]

I never really had a nest to fly from. Not that I can remember, that is.

[ That's all he says on the matter before turning to finally face Sael. ]

.... My name is Fume.

That's– ... not the easiest question for me to answer.

[ Truth be told, he himself doesn't even know exactly what he's looking for. ]

To keep it simple, I.. wish to find where I come from. All I really have is the vague clue of "west".

....!

[ Has he been there the whole time–?! Questions for later. ]

Hmm. that's pretty sound logic, I'd say. If they didn't want them to be taken, they'd lock them up better, right?

..... I should steal a horse.

[ Fume grips onto the handle of his halberd, a soft yellow glow surrounds its blade.

. . . Before it's plunged deep within the zombie he was fighting, forcing it to explode in a brilliant light. ]

The rot... shall be cleansed.

[letting it happen.]

where better to hunt them than their spawning grounds...

I will only die once I rid the rot from this world.

BURN TO ASH BURN TO ASH BURN TO ASH

CLEANSE THE BLIGHT CLEANSE THE BLIGHT CLEANSE THE BLIGHT