"The Ancient Dragon Clan will rise again, we will reclaim those immortal bodies long gone, returning to Skyhold."
Her voice was tinged with frenzy and anticipation, and Freysanks felt somewhat infected by it.
"I have forgotten the former scenery of Skyhold, if I could once again see the Ancient Dragons soar through the clouds, reigning above this world, perhaps I could also give up the fate of death."
"I promise you, we will reclaim everything, join me in this," Lysaegis tempted.
Freysanks did not immediately answer, having dwelt on Shadow Island for tens of thousands of years, absorbing the Power of Shadows daily, his body had gradually become Undead, and his mind, as well, could not help but be affected by this force.
In his view, death was the ultimate destiny of all, and this had turned Freysanks into a pessimistic dragon, silently waiting for his destined end on this small island.
However, when Lysaegis shared her plan, he was indeed somewhat tempted.