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"I do understand that you are not trusting of me, and I accept this wholeheartedly. However Breena, I also know that I am certainly not lost. I am an explorer, a seeker of truths, I wish to find solace, or even just some sense of completion in my heart. You see I have never been what you call, happy or fulfilled by the life I was offered back in Valsung. Drakes there are vile and ignorant. Dwarves are judgmental and violent." He sat down in front of the rock Breena sat upon, sighing heavily he brushed hair back out of his eyes.

"I do talk a lot, although I think I get that from my mother. She was very social, loving and such. It is because of her that I wish to venture out, expand my horizons and gain stories that my mother could never have made because she was weak, sickly ever since she was a child. But, honestly if I was you I wouldn't be too trusting of a strange dwarf like myself either."
Torven watched Breena intently as she judged him, Torven could tell at first glance she didn't much care for him at all. "I understand their ways. I have watched the sky deities for years, so yes I understand them." Torven thought for a moment scratching his head before asking.

"So, you cannot speak dragon? Yet, you know of their ways? Such as temperament? Or perhaps like a way of sign-language? I find this very interesting so please humor my ignorance in the matter." Torven said cracking a slight smile at the smaller creature.