'Past?' Renjiro thought, a small smile playing on his lips. The name sounded faintly familiar, almost comical. Still, this Bone Dragon's show of respect was unexpected, and rather welcome.
Renjiro replied calmly, his voice carrying easily, "It seems there is a strange connection between you and my people, Dragon. Even now, after you have become... this creature of bone, our paths cross again."
"Haha! Indeed! And you have the little old man on the peak to thank for this meeting!" Bine Dragon laughed, the sound dry and rattling. "He's the one who dragged me back from the peace of death, forcing me into this eternal undeath."
High above, Varn's hidden face flushed a dark, angry red. This cursed Bone Dragon, was deliberately shaming him, a powerful Necromancer, right in front of the enemy! He swore, if he got out of this alive, he would never summon this disrespectful bag of bones again unless he absolutely had no other choice.
