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Magnus was starting to look a little like a wolf that a dragon chewed up and spit back out again. Likely the older man was too tough and sinewy for a tasty meal. As the Warlord returned from depositing some supplies in his cellar, he found the wolf hobbling through the territory. It was the first time he had been out of the den since his attack, and he looked like he had a lot to get used to. He wasn’t the only one - the man had reacted strangely to Sirius, confused, like his memory had too many holes, postmarked like a geyser.

The Warlord changed course, and approached the other man. Glancing up and down at him, and catching his purple gaze. “Magnus, how are you feeling?” he asked, wondering how much the man remembered. Was Sirius truly a stranger to him now?


"Speech"