"Well, I suppose they did not succeed in killing all life last time." He turns the shot glass in his hand, giving it a critical look. "They return to sleep once they have indulged in enough magic, but... almost every race that existed at that time is now extinct."

Sure, some of them survived long enough, but the damage was so severe it couldn't save their culture or their people. It might as well be the same thing. "We excavate what we can find about the last time the dragons rose, but much of it is buried. That is why we did not fully understand it until... recently."

He purses his lips into a tight frown before waving his hand. "Anyway! Protecting Tyria from the destruction of the dragons or volatile magical energy is my duty. Not only mine, but my Wyld Hunt was deeply connected to it."

Is, maybe? Ay least, he doesn't consider his work done until he can guarantee the future of their world.