The story Cecil tells stimulates the imagination and Rakka changes his soft strumming again.

"Naturally, they borrow one extra letter from Dragon. As close as one can get." It's a dry quip but he hopes not enough to take away from the gravity of the conversation. It is nice to have deeper conversations like this with another kobold--his former party members just wouldn't understand or relate as well. Rakka watches Cecil balance on his sword's hilt with rapt interest, though his strumming doesn't miss a beat.

"All kobolds carry the blood and spirit of Tiamat in them. This is nothing that can be taken away from us. We can be dragoons of dragoons, in a way. I am sure your monastery is proud."