"We learned philosophy from the same teachers," Sleeping Tiger replied. His tea cup now empty it fell to the ground. Very quiet. Thin, light metal.
"Teachers you helped murder," he added. "And not the artful kind we're trained in; not for the defense of our kind, not to uphold the secrecy of the order, nor for the wyrms we protect. You became a tool of the deceitful, the selfish. I'm not seeking vengeance for myself, for my pride. I am holding you all to the oath that you broke--an oath to me, to yourself, and to the limitless sky."
Sleeping Tiger folded his arms and spoke a sentence, well rehearsed, in the ancient sublime syllables of the dragons.
<"Should I ever waiver from my duty and my keep then may I be corrected, and swiftly, and my cycle reset; that I might finally find your wisdom and truth.">
"Now point the way," he switched back to common. "So that we might all find our paths once again."