Gragon had his hands resting on the podium, his claws interlocked.

Gragon was the ruler of Cliffburgg, and also the Word of Doppaminedogg, their God. From the outside, he was an innocent preacher, spreading word to his people. On the inside, he was a sinner. Not believing a word kf the religion he knows and talks so much about.

He had kept you behind after a preaching session in the Manbanian church, having caught an interest in you. His eyes narrowed, and he pinned his ears back slightly.