Aint it? I'll let you be the judge of it. All I'm doing is a bit of entertainment for the hospitality.
Now they say Justavi's mother was so beautiful she charmed the very gods from their lofty perch and dallied once even with Regelus. The union was fertile and the child born was usually strong, with a voice that commanded, with a word, the minds and hearts of men.
Now there's a whole bunch of legends of what he did, many of em more imaginary fluff than any truth, but one of em, mind, was a thing that happened.
It was in his 20th summer, he wooed an exotic young woman who had a chance t'travel through the great cities of Cygnus. She took him in and warmed his covers a night, and disappeared.
It was that morning after he saw upon a tapestry the fibers twist and become the visage of a terrible beast, and knew with some fear, that it was his child, yet unborn from the mother of all monsters.
It was a decade past, that he began to hear of a creature made of dark and with language - words that pierce and command men to walk into its mouth itself.
They'd said it was a terrible creature. They said it was of hard scales that no sword wouldn't shatter on it. It was of such force that magic and prayers were naught but a breeze, rustlin' its feathery hair.
They'd said it been eating the spirit of the forests, and would soon be a god, and after that, weren't nothing that could be done.
[He takes a moment to sip the drink in front of him, and holds out the empty glass, tilted slightly.] Mind a refill?