Syrlya laughs, waving the bottle. "I will leave that to real storytellers and skaalds. Truthfully, it was a strange circumstance even in Tyria." Although that's about the description of his life. Syrlya stalls before taking another swig and sways back a little.

"He's the one who's dead now, anyway. Now we have to clean up the mess he left behind. And still find a solution to the dragons."