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Who: Wrathion; perhaps you
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Three Twins, if you want to find him steepling his fingers somewhere and grinning too much
When: N-n-now

[Wrathion can't say he's exactly settled in yet. He's been assigned a ship; he has a position; he's met some people. He's learned a little--some of it interesting (so many different kinds of people already), some of it repellent (some of these kinds ought to wear a little more clothing), some of it merely filed away for later examination. Then there was Belthazar. Not trusting, no, but desperate. The best kind of person to help.

Wrathion's sitting at some table on his ship, looking into the camera, his smile as cheerful and full of teeth as always. Of all the experiences he's had in his short time here, one does stand out as particularly interesting.

That warning.]

My friends.

[Because we're all friends, right? Right.]

A little bird told me something fascinating. He warned me right off the bat about the current population of this Fleet.

In fact--

[Wrathion leans forward, his smile only widening.]

-- he implied quite directly that the lot of you were bloodthirsty murderers. Tell me, is this so? Am I among a congregation of fierce warriors? Of people prepared to kill at a moment's notice--no matter the target?

I should very much like to know.

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The last dragon had little difficulty doing so.

So? Was that his crime? General rampaging?

The villagers of Mor certainly thought so.

But he was a dragon, where I come from, you are destruction personified. You are far safer dead than alive.

How fortunate that I have nothing to do with where you've come from.

That is left to be seen.

Oh, my. Is that a threat?

You would be acutely aware if it were a threat.

Just as I thought. Bloodthirsty.

[He doesn't seem bothered. He knows what he is. No need to deny it.]

I have been called worse.

Do tell.

No.

I'm not here to entertain you.

Just to kill me if you don't like how I look?

Sorry.

Try to kill me.

Only if you become a threat.

I do not kill without reason.

[It's his choice now, his own code. It's not by the order of another, never again. ]

And by what sparkling logic do you term someone a 'threat'? Species? Height? Weight? Facial structure? Other accidents of birth? Hmmm?

Attacking people tends to be a start.

Ah, yes. And this rampaging dragon. He suddenly felt like razing a village one day, hmm? Is that the whole story?

That is all I needed to know. There was a threat, I helped eliminate it. I did not stop to ask the creature attacking us why it was doing so and risk my life in the process.

So--you're a man who runs in swinging without asking questions. Excellent, excellent.

When I need to be.

You know, where I come from, elves caused our once perfectly formed world to be quite literally torn asunder. Their arrogance was such that it drew the attention of a massive army of demons, come to grind our world to dust.

Perhaps I should put down every elf I see? You know, just in case they become a threat.

[Change 'elf' to 'human', and that's pretty accurate for Thedas. He could argue that he isn't like other elves. That he will never be like other elves ever again. He doesn't, instead he just exhales.]

You are welcome to try, see how far it gets you.

As are you, my friend.

I'm not your friend.

Oohh, more's the pity.

[He just gives the communicator a LOOK and turns it off.

Bye, dragon. ]