Xaren sat at his desk, a deep frown prominent on his face. Some might have said he was moping, or being 'emo.' Bah! They just didn't understant the meaning or value of brooding. Things were beginning to become rather stressful. First there was the... "Accident". And if that wasn't stressful enough, these damned activists chose now, of all times, to start bitching and moaning about "Human discrimination" and "Draconic superiority."
They can take their Ancestor forsaken 'superiority' and shove it up their- Before he can finish that sentence, the intercom buzzes. Again. For the sixth time in as many hours. Yes, Lily, what is it now?
It's the journalists... again.
Ancestors.. Tell them I'm in a meeting!
They refuse to leave until they see you, sir.
Well then, I hope they brought sleeping bags. With that, Xaren ends the call. He leans back in his chair ands sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. If only there was someone he could talk to. Oh, sure, Lily wasn't bad conversation, but she was of the mindset that he paid her to agree with him. There was no way in hell Xaren was going outside, either. The only others were...
The dragon's eyes begin to glow softly as he activates his computer and sends a chat invite to the Elder Wyrm.