Draiss listened, and the sagged his head and sighed. He looked up and started to respond, before suddenly tilting his head to the side, before finally responding. "Actually, that is kinda close to the truth, so instead of a chocolate chip cookie, you get an oatmeal cookie, bleh."<br/><br/>He offered her the mentioned cookie, before getting back to the subject. "When you get to a certain level of power, race, gender, even skill levels become optional. Once you get past that, other things become optional. This form I normally am in is, in fact, the form I was born with. I do, however, think of myself as a dragon born in the wrong body, hence my pursuit of magic, originally. I reached archmage status, and did a few other things, before finally obtaining my goal of becoming a dragon. An archdragon, if you will, by my choice."<br/><br/>He took a sip of his water, his eyes dancing with amusement as he watched them, figuring they had to know about the spreading cult, soon to be religion, of the Archdragon, god of Choice. Though he had no idea why it had sprung up without him planting the seed, possibly it just was one of those things that just happened around a god. Though he had provided the usual Book of Choice and an official holy symbol, once it was clear that they had been worshiping him.