+ had any sort of combat with it."

He flips the journal to one of the most recent pages that has a sketch of the Sundrinker's current form, though the page next to it had barely any notes.

+ and forcing the hunter to make contact with reality.

"It's... uh, I'm fine." He blinks and clears his throat, forcing his expression to shift back to something more neutral.

"About the dragon, though, we're close to the end of the facts I can provide. I've seen it's new form, but haven't+

His first attempt to explain what changed was an unintelligable mumble that died on his lips as the two stared eachother down and Esra continued to speak.

Something weird happens. He's too uncomfortable to really care if it was magic or not, but Lazarus was addressing him again+

Hm....

That is a very normal experience

"Mhm..."

The hunter had grown silent as the topic shifted back to clothes and far more serious topics beyond, and only seemed to shirk back further as he was addressed once again.

"...thanks."

He looked like he wanted to be anywhere than right where he was sitting.

+previous form of the Sundrinker was sketched in great detail and the page beside it filled with notes.

"That blast of energy can be fired off too often for my liking, and I have a hunch that it's only going to be more of an issue this time around."

+when he could force the conversation back towards monster hunting.

"Previously, the Sundrinker already had a devastating breath attack- one of the reasons I compared it to a Safi'jiiva."

As he talks he pulls out a small journal from his pack and flips to one of the very first pages, where the+

"Go for it."

He nudges the bottle towards Lazarus and takes a drink from his own glass.

"I'd hope any who plans to go against the dragon would do so in full armor. It is not beyond simply eating an annoyance." He smirks slightly, but offers no further comment on the issue of the uniform. Not+

+of the anxiety shine through, and withdraws his hand in case the touch wasn't welcome.

+was showing their soul.

"I don't think you've ever been useless, and you're definitely not now. Hell, you looked like an angel to me, walking in that door after the night I've been having."

Maybe he's a little stupid. The hunter lets out a breathy chuckle that lets a little+

A hand reaches out and gently rests on Griffin's forearm.

"You know that you're more than your mistakes, right? So much more, in fact."

If Percy were a little more drunk, he might use that as an opportunity to flirt. As things were, he still had too clear of a head to act stupid when someone else+

+far more similar to a safi'jiiva or normal crimson high dragon. This form is new."

+gold pieces to put down on the counter. He orders a bottle of whiskey and plate of food, obviously intending to settle in here for some time.

"You were definitely a hero, diving into the dragon's chest and dragging Vero back to us. The Sundrinker didn't always look like that... it used to be+

"I can wait till the morning if you gotta sleep, but I'll be up for at least a while longer."

The weapon sheathed on his belt, the hunter moves back towards the seat at the bar he had previously been sitting in. His drink was gone, but that was to be expected, and he fishes out a couple more+

Homophobic dragon

The D in DILF can indeed stand for Dilapidated.