"Is that you?" Xerock?"
Oriskany stepped out, his face masking a baffled expression. The dragon on the other hand had his face tilted as he blinked down at the man. He wasn't expecting to see the man who was standing before him. Instead, he was a good-looking man with a healthy muscular frame and a good height. This man in comparison was slightly bent and used a cane to support the weight of his scrawny frame. His complexion had turned darker and the white horn-like fangs that were coming out of his mouth were never there before. However, his voice was still the same and the only thing that Xerock could use to recognize him.
'Oh my dear friend, what have you done to yourself…' He thought inwardly, clasping the medallion harder in one of his claws.
