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[governorkang]

[Kang is not looking like his normal self. In fact, he looks positively ancient. The tarnished appearance at the ends of his scales has nearly taken over the usual dark bronze, his clothing hangs rather loosely due to the loss of nearly a third of his muscle mass, the leathery membrane of his wings looks dry and papery, and the tips of his horns are worn and rounded.

He is also having to noticeably squint to see anything, and his voice has that telltale tremulous quality to it.

...and he's clearly not happy.]

Please tell me I'm not the only one that got aged up in this mess.

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[governorkang]

I don't think there's any way to tell, either.

[onhold]

Would you even want to know, if you could?

[governorkang]

Of course. We don't know what our natural lifespan is yet.

[onhold]

... So you know people who have lived since the beginning of, well, forever?

( Is 'people' even the right word? Ah, forget it. )

[governorkang]

Ah, no. I was less than 60 before this mess.

[onhold]

So what about your parents? Your grandparents?

[governorkang]

[At that, he laughs wryly and shakes his head.]

Dragons, who can live thousands of years. We, however, are not dragons - we were created from dragon eggs for a war.