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[dragonlordbight]

Down by the river a rather large and recognizable form to many of the crew lounged seemingly deep in thought. His tail half submerged in the river, the tip swaying slowly. For once it would seem that one could sneak up on a seemingly inattentive, his expression hard to read, lost in contemplation of all that had happened since his awakening aboard the vessel so many months ago, of both the trying times and the fleeting moments of joy and contentment in the dark sea of desperate war. He had to admit at least, there were very few times that Sanction had been as eventful as the time aboard the Transmigration 9.

Would one leave such a dragon to his contemplation? Would they share in it? Or indeed would they draw him from it?