[ Arthur decides to just sit down before he falls down, kicking aside some stray coins and leaning back on his hands so he doesn't have to crane his neck. It's not as though a few feet is really going to matter given the situation. And it stops his legs from being able to beat a hasty retreat without any input from his brain. ]
[ He's really glad that Wynnefalshond seems to like him. Nevertheless, his voice is a bit pitchy. What can he even say? ]
Is that common in your homeland? Er, being a dragon?
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[ Arthur decides to just sit down before he falls down, kicking aside some stray coins and leaning back on his hands so he doesn't have to crane his neck. It's not as though a few feet is really going to matter given the situation. And it stops his legs from being able to beat a hasty retreat without any input from his brain. ]
[ He's really glad that Wynnefalshond seems to like him. Nevertheless, his voice is a bit pitchy. What can he even say? ]
Is that common in your homeland? Er, being a dragon?