Nythrakar's face remained impassive, but a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head betrayed his interest.
"So," Morgan continued, letting out a harsh, dry laugh as he raised his left hand to rub his
eyes.
"Basically, humans saw you once every few thousand years and decided to invent half a dozen different religions about it."
He shook his head letting out a mirthless laugh.
"Well, can't say I'm exactly shocked. "
Morgan paused giving him a somber stare.
"But how? How is it that you..."
For the first time, Nythrakar's lips curled into what could only benefactor described as a cruel sneer, a harsh mixture of amusement and cold disdain.
His eyes shone with a dim light.
"Humans have always been remarkably creative when frightened," Nythrakar replied calmly.
"When a mountain collapses, they blame a beast."
