'Fucking what?'
The dragonling kowtowing to him while calling him his ancestor was the last thing Ackster had expected to happen. But he didn't show his reaction. Instead, he stayed silent for a moment, considering what to do.
He considered playing along to see if he could get something from the dragonling's tribe. Maybe they had an ancestral treasure or knew the best training spots.
However, one dragonling, a young and inexperienced one at that, deluding themself into thinking Ackster is one of their ancestors won't be enough to fool the village.
Ackster sighed.
If the dragonling had just gone on his way, he wouldn't have needed to do anything unnecessary. But if he let the dragonling go and the dragonling returned to his tribe, claiming he's encountered an ancestor of the dragonling race, in other words, a true dragon, no doubt other dragonlings would come looking for him.
