[ he will not be part of the crowd amassing behind the sage, but he is there nonetheless. the fell dragon finds himself perched on some convenient roof or balcony overlooking the scene, watching the goings on from above and letting the others have their say first.
how pedestrian a scene. how pathetic. some petty being nursing delusions of grandeur thinks to declare itself an arbiter of fate? it'd be almost funny if he weren't so insulted.
there is but one end that is meant for all, and it won't be something grima meets today. not from a creature such as this, that must borrow and puppet another's body to be able to affect anything. ]
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how pedestrian a scene. how pathetic. some petty being nursing delusions of grandeur thinks to declare itself an arbiter of fate? it'd be almost funny if he weren't so insulted.
there is but one end that is meant for all, and it won't be something grima meets today. not from a creature such as this, that must borrow and puppet another's body to be able to affect anything. ]