Arkain sighs deeply. "Yea, don't I know that. I find it very disheartening seeing the dragon population slowly fade away along with their amazing knowledge. Perhaps that's why Gragor taught me because he knew how protective dragons are of their arts and keeping them to themselves. He wanted that knowledge to carry on after he was gone. He was wise beyond his years." He hears the squeak from Zearo. "Ohhh yea. I almost forgot about our friend." He looks over at Zearo then snaps his fingers and the chair suddenly disappears. The second Zearo hits the water he suddenly disappears from view. No where to be seen. Arkain snaps is fingers again and Zearo suddenly appears a few feet above you and a very wet Zearo lands right on top of your lap. "Got ya. " Arkain roars with laughter.