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"Do not try to hide anything. The prison reveals all. When it was forced around me, I only wanted to burn them, not understand them. The ruins you find around the old kingdom are the ruins the war that imprisoned me in this form. A life for a life was simply not enough for them. No. They forced me in a prison powered by the sun itself, but when the moon rides on the sky, I am free till the sun's next visit." Talin said, trying to sound at least a little cryptic.

Even when you can see one's past and secrets, the future is always a guessing game. Never do you know if you are right or wrong till the worst, or best, times come. Talin had much experience in this, and it shown in his eyes. Both a dangerous linger, and a tire of fighting.

Tulin was curious what would happen should this other being find out that he is a dragon, but he would rather be in his true form when discussing the matter. It made him less valuable, or at least more comfortable. Comfortable to the extent that it is well worth it to wait.

Tulin kept up his slow and methodical march. He liked being called a ghost, or a spirit of some kind. People generally leave those alone, but not many like dragons. A hate that has spread through myth, as any living dragons remain hidden in some way, Tulin's being his walking prison.