Books became my friends as I lost the ability to deal with people entirely. So consumed was I with my studies that I didn't even notice the fall of dragonkind as they were condemned to slavery, and I nearly missed their rise as well, if it had not been for whisperings of their minds. I doubt they knew I could hear them, but their secret was safe with me anyways. What did I care? At the coming of the dragons' revolution I too broke out of my own chains and stepped into civilization for the first time in hundreds of years. I wonder what I'll find.