Jerrar continued the story after he had made himself comfortable on the bed of ferns and moss.<span style="color: #BF4000">"Supposedly the wizard was very powerful and other humans wanted that power. That was the reason he grew the trees all around his house in a tight circle.  They said that in his younger years he was a war mage and could battle put fend off an entire squadron himself.  The humans want on about some war, I was about to leave because my human form was beginning to weaken.  But I listened for longer because they mentioned that the reason he went from proud warrior to solitary nature lover was because of a dragon.  One day after fighting he stood atop a blood red hill, bodies scattered, moans and cries of pain all around him.  He didn't seem to mind, he was ready for anything.  He saw a shadow fall upon him and prepared to kill whatever it was, but when he found it was a dragon, he froze.  The dragon landed and looked him in the eye.  The dragon spoke to the human in the human language and asked him, "Why do you battle your own kin for pleasure?" the mage replied by telling him that it was for a good cause. The dragon replied with, "No reason to kill can be a good reason.""</span>Jerrar changed his voice when he spoke as the dragon.  It was a deep, slow, all-knowing sort of voice.<span style="color: #BF4000">"Then, seeing as this dragon was insulting him, the mage prepared to kill it.  But as he pulled his staff back to launch a powerful blast, the dragon moved his head to touch with the mage's head.  After that the mage was different.  No one knows what happened but soon after, the mage hid away in this forest. He was sought after by his comrades (who say that he betrayed them), by the enemy (in hopes that they can use him) and by others who wish to abuse his power." </span>Jerrar paused to stand and retrieve the other cow. He kindly broke it's neck and began his feast with the shoulder. After swallowing he spoke again to Kiriei, whom he could hardly see now because of her dark color and the lack of light which was rapidly fading now as it neared evening.<span style="color: #BF4000">"Who do you suppose the brave dragon might have been?"</span>