An interesting name, and mixed with the dimly red eyes and the faint sensation of shadow magic it prickles unease over Wrathion. If Astarion was a dragon, he should be able to sense it. Should be able to. There's naturally always a chance they've found some way of hiding themselves even from him, a fellow dragon.
Why would they bother, though? Unless they were looking for him, specifically? If they were, why would they not pick a more subtle name? Aunt Onyxia had at least manager that much, when she played at being Lady Prestor.
Then again, some of his kind did seem incredibly dim witted.
"Wrathion," he replies, letting his eyes flick back over the wedding celebrations as he thinks. "I'm assuming you're a new arrival."
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... Astarion...
An interesting name, and mixed with the dimly red eyes and the faint sensation of shadow magic it prickles unease over Wrathion. If Astarion was a dragon, he should be able to sense it. Should be able to. There's naturally always a chance they've found some way of hiding themselves even from him, a fellow dragon.
Why would they bother, though? Unless they were looking for him, specifically? If they were, why would they not pick a more subtle name? Aunt Onyxia had at least manager that much, when she played at being Lady Prestor.
Then again, some of his kind did seem incredibly dim witted.
"Wrathion," he replies, letting his eyes flick back over the wedding celebrations as he thinks. "I'm assuming you're a new arrival."