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Fire Sighs, Electing to not sign in at the moment, heading away to investigate the immediate area, until he notices a single isolated human sitting in the clearing, watching over everyone. "Hello there." He smiles softly, trying to be as friendly as possible, realizing how humans typically react in the presence of dragons, regardless of how big or small they may be. "I realize this is a shot in the dark, but do you have any idea how we wound up here?" Fire looks at the FBI Agent curiously, a slight breeze flowing through his hair as well as through the leaves on the ground. "I ended up here with a dislocated wing, so however it happened, the fall had to have been pretty bad, if you could call that blackness a fall." He smiles, but his eyes and face betray his fear at what was said to the group.
@Nate Dawg
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