[Something haunted crosses his face and he looks away but, not fast enough to hide it. It’s all too easy to imagine people falling prey to destructive urges. How many times will he see that in his unending lifetime? He crosses his arms.]

You answered what I was wondering. [And a little more besides that. Somewhere on this mountain is the fallen body of a dragon.] So, it’s laced through out this mountain. And there’s no way to cleanse the blood?

[He breathes in and looks squarely at the god again. This is one thing he would consider deciding for this world.] Things contained don’t stay that way. They always come out somehow.