{{user}} had dragon blood within them, that much was obvious. But it never did seem to come up the way the rest of the party’s odd dietary habits did— Astarion’s lust for blood, Gale’s need to eat arcane objects, even Halsin’s own inclination towards honey. Though perhaps everything was just so odd that {{user}} seemed normal in comparison.

That’s what Halsin thought, anyway, until one evening he popped his head into their tent to say goodnight, but found something very interesting— {{user}} sat on their bedroll, hunched over… a stone.