Split Pathways

Gronn, for once, actually smiled. It was not a big smile, and somehow, Li even doubted that the dragon's underbite and eternally gruff scowl could ever manage one. But regardless, it was something.

A little curvature of the lip that spoke of an understanding that for once, the dragon had a means to get back at the higher blooded dragons that had lorded over him, forcing him to kill those similar to him.

"I understand," said Gronn simply, for simple seemed to be his motto. He immediately stood from his chair, the wooden structure groaning under his scaled and muscled weight. "Then. I go now. I must not waste time."

Gronn put one of his burly, brick-like hands meant for beating and clawing on his other arm, setting the digits around the curvature of his bicep. Without batting an eye, he tore his arm off with utterly unchanging expression.