A low huff, a thick black smoke leaving his nostrils. "Hrm. Now everything has quieted down. Strange."

"It depends upon the world you inhabit."

"Mrhm." A large claw turns the page of a dusty tome, a pile of other books sitting next to his large body.

"Mrhm. Why is everything . . . Urgh . . . WHO IS MAKING ALL THAT NOISE?"

"Hrm. Well, now that I have risen, how are the lot of you today?"

A low rumble, mountainous wings stretched out to block the warm sun.

". . . . . . . Ah."

A low groan, wings unfurling before being pulled back against his body.

Looks up from his books. Sloooowly looks back down.

"Senmorta. Dracolich. Pleasure."

An amused huff from the dragon. "Noted."

Casual reminder: Senmorta is literally as big as a mountain. He is a very large dragon.

"I am rather old. It would be delusional of me to think myself otherwise."

"I've mostly been reading."

"This form is less prone to being harassed."

". . . . Mrm . . . ."

He stirs awake. He takes a moment to inspect his surroundings. "Hrm."

". . . . . . Why are there bones everywhere?"

"Hrm. A skeleton war? Interesting." Senmorta. No. You are an eons old Dracolich.

". . . . . . . Hrm."