Tec spent a little time thinking, and then smiled, "Heord is a nice place. Lots of Mountains, but there is plenty of open sky to fly around in and many tasty critters to catch and devour. Also lots of forest, and jungle. Now that I think about it trees are everywhere on that planet, but it's not so bad. Thankfully there are also lots of clearings, so finding landing spots isn't a chore. And there are plenty of Dragons there, even in this space age they dominate the planet's populace." Then, he paused, his eyes darkening, "...But they aren't black. Our species are called Golden Dragons for a reason, as the majority of my kind have gold scales. There are exceptions of course, like me, Xefr, and others like Ezron the Red. But as with all societies, those who are different are generally looked down upon, so we face some discrimination. Thankfully, the current ruler of Heord and the draconic populace is cracking down on that, and with his methods it shouldn't be a problem in the future, and very few of the bigots are left. And... Oh, we're here."
Tec stopped next to a large door, and after flashing his eyes it opened. Inside, the room's major feature was the massive long-table in the middle that practically stretched across the entire room, with room for thousands at once, or alternatively a dozen dragons. As of now, the table was empty and the room had no occupants besides Tec and Re'Ni, though there were a few janitorial droids patrolling the room for any trace of scraps, ensuring the room was always clean.
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Xefr picked up the drink with one of his paws, and took a look at it. He took a small drink, and then looked back to Serynor, "As Rysannox said, we are travelers from a foreign planet. We were approached by an explorer of your kind, who invited us to your nation. I gladly accepted, as I would love to learn more about your species and culture. Your religion in particular has greatly interested me, and I was hoping you could tell me more about it." Once he finished his sentence, he had a little bit more of drink, and channeled his psionic power into making sure his mind would stay clear.
Myst ignored the barrel entirely, and simply nodded at the monk. "You are correct sir. I seek answers in all things. From the lowliest insect in the woods, to esteemed monks like yourself, as we are all pieces of a much greater thing, connected through our souls. So, I wanted to hear your religion's interpretation of the universe, for it may very well hold what I seek."
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