Xefr sighed, "Well, I suppose I'll take a look at that in a bit. But first..." The yellow eyes returned to Mrysa, "I'll answer your question. Yes, it is true. My home-world of Heord has a prospering Dragon population, and it is most certainly safe, as it fiercely protected by one of the greatest armies in the nation in which it lies. Heord is a wonderful planet, filled with lush planet life and incredibly diverse animal life living in its many jungles, grasslands, and savannas. It is of course the home of my kind, the Golden Dragon, and the seat of their power. It's a lovely place, and I do hope you get to see it in your lifetime. The Golden Dragon, as a species, holds a position of high respect in the nation of Iammelon, though rather as leaders or warriors rather than religious icons. As for myself... Well, I'm not sure if there is much to tell. I've had a long life to be sure... But what you see in front of you is the result of a long life, filled with exploration, strife, and lost time." The Black Dragon then sighed, absentmindedly tapping the ground with a singular claw. 

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The Shard grins, "Trust me, if I can avoid it, I will." Then, he noticed the campfire, and the grin intensified, "Here, let me help you with that." With these words, his mouth materialized and from it a small stream of fire emerged, lighting the branches aflame.