As he started his story, several of the more inquisitive dragons would pepper him with questions, but seeing they got no response, listened, instead, though he'd spot one taking meticulous notes, likely to ask questions after. At the mention of being mind controlled, several in the room shuddered visibly, particularly the oldest ones , though none elaborated.<br/><br/>When he finished his story, the table burst into a babble of questions, and Marathaliax struggled to keep things organized, and keep the questions coming at a steady pace, instead of all at once. He would be hammered with insightful questions, ones digging deep into his story, and trying to tease out quite a lot from him, and would likely go on for hours, if not days, given the chance.