<div class="floatright">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/warriorsofmyth/images/5/50/02-The-Dragons_Zombie-Dragon.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130705220144)</div><strong>"I... I know not this Auronorex,"</strong>the great dragon wheezes out, but some energy seems to give it the power to fight the surge of necromantic energy, and the red glow in its eyes dim a tad.<strong>"Still, I was rather young when I came here to make my final rest. Perhaps it is my age that gave me some immunity to what is happening. My kin, those of all colors, have risen up and prowl the bone field. Not all of them, but enough to prove a threat to you. This is all so strange..."</strong>its words fall off as its mind wanders, the decaying head turning to look once more over the field, and up towards the tower at its center. You can vaguely make out a few winged forms about it, flapping and rising in lazy circles around the enormous tower. It appears to notice you once more, and its snaps out of the reverie to once more turn its attention to you.<br/><br/><strong>"Dragonfall has been desecrated. It takes almost all my power to deny the urges that call to me, meaning there is little I can do to aid you. But yes. I hope that what you say is true, that you are here to rid this holy place of the filth that has infected it, and to turn back the tide."</strong><br/><br/>At Cindrana's words, a distorted chuckle emanates from its throat.<strong>"I need not the aid of a priestess to end this misery. I am certain a swift, strong blow with a blade, or enough fire to turn me to ash would do the trick. Nevertheless, even the prospect of that fills me with a rage that is not my own,"</strong>the scarlet eyelights gleam once more, and fall again as it regains control, Emeric's soothing words having some effect despite the creature's evident pain.<br/><br/><strong>"Ask, if you have any questions. I will answer as I can, though I know not how or why the current situation came to pass,"</strong>the deep rumble echoes around you.<strong>"Otherwise, I will leave you and try to lose myself in the field, and pray for your success. With that said... I don't know how much longer I can fight,"</strong>he grunts, twitching as his eyes wax and wane rythmically.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">You can choose to ask him questions, but that will require another diplomacy check to help Viserion stay calm, or you can choose to ignore the knowledge he might or might not have and let him leave without a fight. The choice is yours.</div></div>