Foreign Drenk

—There are no precise words in this language or in any other to describe how ridiculously high levels of stupidity you can reach. 

—It was not my fault!

—Of course, it's never your fault! Then who's fault is it, you idiot?

—The marauders were chasing him! I needed to do something!

—Have you not understood yet how dangerous is for your current situation to assault anybody in daylight? Gods in Heavens, you could have burned something! How would we have explained an spontaneous fire? We cannot!

—I couldn't let him die. Turning eyes down at something like this destroys the honor.  
—Jeez, Drenk, it is not a question of honor. It is a matter of common sense! 
—...

—Don't you understand? You are a dragon-fire creature! You are not ruled by the laws of our world. You don't require to assume useless and pathetic thoughts as honor or pride. Put yourself together! Does this fella worth the risk of nearly striking a fire in a forest?

—It does. 

—How come?

—Look.

—... Fuck my life.

—He is one of us.