Date: Twenty Fifth of March, year 810 Post Seminal War (810 PSW)

Job Arseoth stopped outside the door. He would have knocked, save for the sounds of soft snoring coming from within. He gently pressed one ear to the door and listened to the steady, even breathing.

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Job jumped in surprise and barley avoided making a riot of noise as he spun about. He had heard rumors that lady Silon'Dez'Mona's egg had hatched since he had last seen her. What he had not heard was that she had adopted a new form. Job noticed that her voice was much the same, but she had become larger, appearing as a particularly elegant silver dragonborn. The acid scars still marred her scales with their oxide black stains, and a pair of wings still sprouted from her back.

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Silon'Dez'Monah makes a noncommittal noise.

Job can tell that she's holding something back, but is it a wise thing to push a dragon while in that dragon's lair?