Azmakul finally retracted his finger, Alan had long since given up on trying to get [Gáe Bolg] out, he hadn't felt this useless in a while.
"So... What were you doing?"
Alan asked, collecting his breath. Azmakul looked down at him, and was silent.
It was kind of hard to maintain eye contact when the butt of his [Gáe Bolg] was right in front his face, Azmakul's unusual appearance didn't help at all.
There was a brief period of silence between the two, Azmakul didn't speak, and Alan didn't know what to do, should he talk about the spear he himself lodged in the dragon's eye? Or bring something else to the table, avoiding it?
A cold sigh escaped Azmakul's abhorrent goat like mask, one that made Alan feel cold, and the dragon turned to face the sky.
"It... was all true."
He muttered, looking up to the distant sky as if missing something, he finally took Gáe Bolg out of his eye, and gave it back to Alan, complimenting him.
