Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27968758-20151212152544/@comment-17114085-20151231230123

"I am merely pointing out the obvious." Lot replied. The guard looked the Dragonkin over. "By your looks alone I won't be able to tell who is your father."

"Maybe if I turn into my dragon form." Sahvri suggested.

The guard shook his head. "That won't do much good. Dovah of the same breed look very similar to one another. It is often hard to tell us apart from one another. I'd probably be able to narrow it down, but not now for certain."

"Is there any way to know for sure who my father is?" Sahvri asked.

Lot nodded. "There is." He took a step forward and faced Sahvri. "YOL TOOR SHUL!" he shouted at the Dragonkin.

The Fire Breath was in such a close range that it would have killed any regular mortal instantaneously, and it would have caused any other Dragonkin severe burns. But for Sahvri, the flames merely dances around his skin and were absorbed by him. It looked like he was breathing the flames in as he would breath air. The Dragonkin just stood there, not understanding why Lotyolosjusk shouted at him.

The guard grinned. "There is no doubt in my mind who your father is now."