[Video] 001
[The video feed turns on, and before you, there's what seems to be a black... dragon? What's this? A DRAGON? Yes, and he cares for the fact very little if you find yourself surprised. His distinctive ruff is pressed firmly back to his neck, with his tail lashing at the air somewhat anxiously. At this moment, he cares about one thing, and one thing only: a certain man named William Laurence. Oh, would it also surprise the viewer if he spoke in clear and well-spoken British English?]
Has anyone seen a man named William Laurence? He's...
[He seems lost for a moment, since Laurence always seemed as small as most others when he was fully grown. As he was, he was quite on the same level as any other normal human, which made things seem like he was a dragonet just barely two weeks out of the shell, if at most.]
He's tall, blond hair, should be dressed in a bottle-green coat. He is also an Englishman, if that helps. I have tried looking for him by myself from aloft, but I haven't been able to do so.
Pray give me word, any word of his whereabouts, and I shall be deeply thankful.
[There is another slight pause, he looks like he's thinking for a moment, before he asks:]
Also, why do they say that I can change forms if I am a weapon? How does that occur?
[Oh no, he's not finished there. He repeats this without the awkward pause as he did when he spoke English, into clear and perfectly fluent French, German, Turkish, Mandarin Chinese, Xhosa, and even in Durzagh, a draconic language among the dragons of the Pamir mountains. With that done, he reaches for the communicator with what seem to be rather wicked talons, and turns it off.]
Has anyone seen a man named William Laurence? He's...
[He seems lost for a moment, since Laurence always seemed as small as most others when he was fully grown. As he was, he was quite on the same level as any other normal human, which made things seem like he was a dragonet just barely two weeks out of the shell, if at most.]
He's tall, blond hair, should be dressed in a bottle-green coat. He is also an Englishman, if that helps. I have tried looking for him by myself from aloft, but I haven't been able to do so.
Pray give me word, any word of his whereabouts, and I shall be deeply thankful.
[There is another slight pause, he looks like he's thinking for a moment, before he asks:]
Also, why do they say that I can change forms if I am a weapon? How does that occur?
[Oh no, he's not finished there. He repeats this without the awkward pause as he did when he spoke English, into clear and perfectly fluent French, German, Turkish, Mandarin Chinese, Xhosa, and even in Durzagh, a draconic language among the dragons of the Pamir mountains. With that done, he reaches for the communicator with what seem to be rather wicked talons, and turns it off.]