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Seroteth stood up and pulled Cormac to his feet. "Come with me a moment."

Seroteth les Cormac into another room, and began rummaging through a dusty chest. "These clothes belonged to your father when he was younger. What you have on now is nice, but nowhere near befitting of a drake."

Seroteth pulled out clothes of finest make, sturdy and luscious materials. The sort of thing one would see on royalty, now being handed to Cormac. Seroteth smiled. "I think it's only right that it go to you."