Erandur rose an eyebrow to her when she gave him the exact definition of what he was asking. He almost chuckled.
"Yes, that is exactly what I meant. 'Dragonkin' The 'kin of dragon.'" Erandur teased her once again. If he was going to be an older man, why not act like it a little? Once she confirmed his suspicion, she was born of dragons, yet also something else. He slowly, painfully, he rose from the couch, taking hold of his cane as he did.
"Then, you must know of their tongue? The ways in which you can empower yourself through their words?" Erandur was extremely curious of this one. He stood as still as a statue, taking no other steps forward as he stared at her. Who had been teaching her?