❝ It is one thing to read about dragons ❞

[literaltrash]

{ and another to meet them }
💮 nagai nagare 💮 nam 💮

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[flumen]

The dragon will not sit to talk. He will not bring himself down to the level of those lounging around. He will not give even so much as the illusion of relaxing by taking a seat. As the human climbs to his feet (there's no sense of urgency to his movements. The human is moving incredibly slowly in the face of an angry dragon), Nam stands up a little straighter, lifting his chin slightly. Though his human form isn't necessarily large, he holds himself as though he's the largest one in the room. In his natural form, he may well be.

"That doesn't answer my question of what this place is." The name of the place doesn't say much, though his senses do tell a bit of a story. An unfortunate story. A story that Nam wants no part of. The dragon narrows his eyes and tips his head to one side.

"I will be part of no man's collection."

[literaltrash]

"Yet here you are, already a part of it," he replies. He gestures behind Nam, presumable toward some unseen door down some unknown corridor. "You're welcome to try to find a way out. It's a waste of effort, though. This compound is all that exists in this place. You may go outside, but once you leave these grounds, there's only vast nothingnesss. We exist within a hermetically sealed box. Nothing comes in or out of this dimension without my express permission."