[Claude's quiet for a second as he eyes Wrathion, thinking about what he was able to glean from that drawing of the Immaculate One in the library, and whether this confirms his theory about its transformational abilities. He looks at the dragon's head, but can't see to find what he's looking for, so his eyes travel down, spotting the burning red Shard in his throat.]
That's a Crest Stone in your neck, right? Is it broken?
[He wants to get closer to have a better look, but he's sure the beast won't appreciate a stranger -- literally -- going for his throat.]
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That's a Crest Stone in your neck, right? Is it broken?
[He wants to get closer to have a better look, but he's sure the beast won't appreciate a stranger -- literally -- going for his throat.]