"It was at least pleasant to enjoy some natural light. The dragons were... different. I haven't been around so many in some time, strange to be there while staying hidden in my visage."

Somehow, still apart from them. Still watching from a distance, in so many ways. Wrathion toes off his shoes, goes to fold himself into one of the chairs by the bookshelves.

"I made it across in good time, and my papers at least seemed to cause no trouble at the border. It's good to know they still hold up under scrutiny."

Should they need to cross again, there will hopefully be no fuss there.