“Ah, hello, Crontlar. I see your feasting of the Under Library energies has ended.” Zoz popped into semi-existence in front of the recently evicted dragon.


    “Go away, little nightmare, though you aren’t so little anymore. Why do I smell refined mana from you? What have you done?” The dragon asked, curiosity taking over from its annoyance.


    “I’ve grown beyond my base form and instincts, and with that, my tastes have increased. Would you be interested in joining me on a great hunt?” He asked.


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    “What would we be hunting?” The dragon countered with its own question.


    “Everything. Think of what beings like ourselves could feast upon outside the abyss. You’ve tasted the same I have, but I have a way to free us both from here,” Zoz answered.


    “Alright, I’m listening.”