Kalysto shook his head. “It’s still nice to feed people.” He kicked his feet up on the coffee table as he sat down again, nudging the small half-elf beside him aside so he wouldn’t partially crush him with his weight as he sat. “We can still feed her,” He stated. “It’s nice.”
There was a knock at the door, and the door-handle opened, Zach stepping inside.
“Hi,” He said quickly. “Kalysto said to just come in. Where’s the…” He stared at the black drake. “Whoa.”