Sounds rather uncomfortable.

I–

||speak of the devil

||someone from 2012 twitter rp that might as well have gone to space from how hard he fell off the map showed up on bluesky like a week or two ago

Did anyone else just see this??

The dragon seemed to think it does, anyway.

Happens. I think.

I'm watching this for free right now

It's okay, I've forgotten who I am too.

I'm confused

huh who

He's sorry.

"...I don't think I understand the punchline."

"Then... why did you offer? Can I have it when you're done?"

"I suppose, yes."

"Good day. Do you want an ax?"

Looks at him.

At the end of the cosmos, with a sky devoid of stars, can you tell me you're happy with what you are?

my bad man it’s my first time on earth

Well. Live, then!

And if I [want] you to live?

I would make a stuffy out of Lazarus if I thought it would finally kill him.

I'm not an animal, though?

Dying is not a small price!

Oh, hold on... Is [that] Sundrinker?

It's a dragon!

the FAT FUCKING DRAGON STOLE MY WIG.

Don't???

I'd let her destroy me.

||wHEEZING, LEE...

Was this inflicted upon him, or was he left behind? Why did so many know his name, but little of substance? Flee from his past? He was hailed a hero by strangers, why should he run? Who [is] he, that knows only his own name? The city. He [must] have answers.

The jeering voice echoes in his mind, louder, and louder, until he can hear nothing but the cacophony of laughter. The thin control he's held these last hours... breaks. His thoughts tumble together, frustration and fear in equal measure. How had this happened?

Wandering the streets.

Wait, aren't you getting ahead of yourself? I haven't defeated a dragon onc- (The elf's recognition, and her rumor...)

(So there was more than one? Excellent to know. His gaze turns skyward, and... he's surprised to find something familiar. He hadn't quite noticed them upon waking from delirious wherever-he-was.) I know them... (It's a moment before he remembers she's there.) Ah, um. Do you require escort?

That isn't hydrating. I'm not full of wa...ter... ...are hydras full of water?

Never. (...Maybe? He hasn't done much before, to be fair. It seems others have done quite a bit.) Have you?

Oh! That will work. [He's not entirely sure how he knows the function of the item she hands him, but he accepts it all the same.] In the meantime... I will be in the nearby city, acquiring supplies. I should be able to patrol soon, though.

It sounds like you should probably drink some water? Or eat a building.

KEEP YELLING AND THEY MIGHT EVEN HEAR YOU.

I DON'T, I'VE NEVER BEEN HERE BEFORE. YELLING DOESN'T HELP A MIGRAINE, YOU KNOW??

I don't know what you're saying but I think I have a migraine...?

To... who? We can't get through the gate. [He knocks on the very sturdy city gate to demonstrate.]

I don't control the gate, ma'am.

That seems rather unlikely to him; he's caught his own reflection in the rare pool of still water as he approaches the walls of the city. But he lets it pass without no challenge, only a shrug. "My apologies for delaying you, ma'am. Good day!"

[Oh, thank the gods. He did well at his first social engagement.] The pleasure is mine, believe me. I'll be in touch if anything should go wrong.

Doesn't that mean there's an ecosystem in there? I imagine there's a fair number of people, maybe a city or something...

If memory serves there are actually a number of ele- My apologies, Miss Tabitha. My name is Lazarus.