He listened, the dictation taking dataslate faithfully recording both the words and his thoughts, though when Barid mentioned his first, true title, the dictation on his thoughts stopped, except for a single word 'what?'<br/><br/>He blinked, part of him waiting for reality to stop its practical joke, and shuddered, suddenly no longer in an abandoned dwarven ruin, but in a lab, much more equipped than even his highest security labs, and a small egg, barely the size of his hand, cracking, a small red dragon tumbling out of it and onto the surrounding cushion. It creeled in fear and hunger, and he leaned forward, a plate of glasteel between them, and met its, no his, eyes, simply returning its look with one of confidence and knowledge, watching the hatchling's fear slowly ebb and then vanish. He blinked and was back in reality, and looked up. "A male red... Smaug. His name was Smaug."<br/><br/>He waited, his head twitching this way and that, trying to recall more, but nothing else came, but a few random thoughts. "You and Verdelet, you tried to copy my achievement. Not an arms race, but more... a challenge, see who could mock the so-called gods more. And I won, you came in second, and Verdelet fumed at the usual meeting."