Wings of Fury 2

"More the shape of their thoughts. You don't really have the time for anything detailed unless you can quicken your own thoughts too. A lot of it becomes instinctual." He explained further, hands coming out as he described the art of it. He was the sort that liked to splay and move his fingers about as he talked apparently. Caulind had long nails, for an elf, and the fingers whilst long and dexterous didn't quite manage to not seem like they could easily grasp into someone between animated motions and resting upon the table as Avag took his own rambling turns.

"I'm here for both the spectacle and, well, there's a dragon killing people." He gave a slightly sad look, then shrugged. "It's a complicated business. I don't know much about dragons, or why this one is doing so. Is it just following it's nature or could something else be a solution to this? Maybe. I'd prefer to see this story play out myself than just watch from the sidelines. You have to be careful with adventures you get drawn into, that things aren't just, what your first gut reactions are, things don't just work out like stories." A little less animation in the hands although his expression and voice remained casual and chipper.

There was a twitch underneath the hood as Grokzurl addressed them, looking over with initial curiousity turned to warmth in response to the flattering attention. "I could be persuaded to pull out a few of the more light-hearted ones out I suppose, though nothing matches making your own experiences." Said coyly before finishing his half-glass of wine with a determined swig and sliding it, now empty, towards the human. "Thank you Grok. Let's see... There's that time I rescued a Tsavari prince from his father so he could continue his own 'adventures' with an Urkadi ranger I'd been travelling with." Giving a salacious wink at 'adventures'.