Ah, sorry. I can't think on it too much or I get sick, but I also can't get it out of my mind. It's a real problem...

[Everyone ended up okay today, but it sure was filled with too many... ghosts...] He was speaking with three men who seemed to be his friends. Dragons, I think. [Ah, he shouldn't be thinking this way, he realizes with a strange, pulling feeling at his heart, and he pulls one of his hands back to press over his chest and pause to make sure it settles.]

His body is indestructible, so harm to it creates the scales. He took one of my knives to tear up his arm so he could kill them all quickly. He asked me to let him.