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Lothric
The dragon let out a slight chuckle, but more at himself than anything the fox man had said. The odds of two former gods meeting at the same place was too coincidental it seemed, even with a group this odd. Some part of him felt hollow, as though he were hoping for something that didn't appear, but Lothric couldn't put his claw on it. He did find it appropriate that they were almost exact opposite of each other: one born from greatness and sent to the bottom, and one from nothing given the opportunity for greatness. He thought the fox's goals for power was admirable, but Lothric wondered to what goal.
"What happens when you become a powerful sorcerer?" He asked. "Will you be satisfied with the power, or crave something more?" Most of the question was to the fox, but some of it was to himself as well. At the moment he was trying to survive in this bizarre world, but for what purpose? He had been everything and more, and lost it, and no amount of time spent in this would would give it back to him. Was he gaining power to live a better life? What else did this world have to offer him than pain? "I'm asking for a friend..."