[ There's still a twinge of concern over why his sword is reacting this way. If he needed to protect himself in future and something like this happened, he would need to think of an alternative. He was just happy he could at least attack somewhat with his shield. But that wouldn't be the best backup plan.

But his main concern was this dragon, and not a high dragon or an Archdemon. It was unusual and it could talk and he was oddly fascinated and still slightly terrified all at once. His heart was still pounding in his chest because his instinct is telling him This thing is dangerous but a part of him is telling him to actually listen to what it's saying. If it wanted to kill Alistair, he's pretty sure it would have shown that intent. There's a sigh as he calms himself down. ]

It'd be very useful if they could talk back home. Then maybe we could sort out our differences with diplomacy instead of all the killing and stabbing. [ There's a nervous chuckle, an attempt to change the mood. ]

My apologies it's just... back where I'm from, creatures that look an awful lot like yourself are... well they're basically bad news. And they definitely don't like to strike up a conversation. [ Well, not unless they are a shapeshifting crazy Witch of the Wilds at least... ]

[ He picks up the sword, and it takes every bit of effort for him not to drop it again from this weird feeling as he sheathes it, which is apparent in his expression. ]

Not... not sure what's going on with this blasted thing. I think being in the temple is causing some weird reaction with it... Erm, so... I'm Alistair, by the way. [ His now pulling a weird face, as introducing yourself to a dragon is not something you do everyday. ]