"You uh... know of me?" Tycondrius asked.
The aged human warlock stood from his chair and lowered his body to get to his knees... Somewhat expectedly, he lost his balance and fell painfully upon the dungeon stone.
Tycon pursed his lips. Should... should he help? He stood up and approached. He felt like he should help.
Pyraxis took the opportunity to grasp and grovel at Tycon's feet, "Sssssnaaake blood.... courses through this old man's veins.... my bloodline memories... they know you are who you claimmmm to be...."
Bloodline memories. Of course. Concerning mundane creatures, a snake is born knowing how to hunt. They are born understanding they must seek shelter from the cold and to fear predators like hawks and owls. Humans have an instinctual fear of heights and a love of clear, reflective surfaces that resemble clean drinking water.
