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The clan calls him Nochteisen-- quite a mouthful for a dragon as graceful and mechanical as him-- but you're not sure what to make of that (especially since his own pronunciation of his name is so awful that it's a wonder he has a name at all).


His eyes aren't eyes, really. They glow, like gateways or lost stars. There's something odd about his pearl-- the way it glows and pulses when it shouldn't; the way it floats away from the ground when he lets go to continue his studies. His motions are strange-- graceful, but overly calculated. Some members of the clan swear they've seen him phase through some of the walls...


«GREETINGS.»


Are you hearing the voice aloud or in your mind? It weaves in and out of existence, though somehow you're able to piece the sounds together coherently.


«I AM NOC-tsn. I COLLECT DATA ON SX-42 AND PERFORM NORMAL CLAN FUNCTIONS ON A DIURNAL BASIS. THERE IS NOTHING ELSE TO SEE HERE. MOVE ALONG.»


You're still curious, but you feel compelled to move on anyway.


. . .


Why did you come here, again?