[id: new scene, indoors, night. back in the small house with antique furniture and light wood flooring occupied by professor ward and sister claire, a wide shot from over the bar counter frames the two of them in conversation, the professor having just taken a poured drink from the bar and the nun regarding them placidly from the other end of the bar without a drink in her hand. “those of the draconians that have entered this plane of existence,” says ward, “their imperatrix tiamat and high priest sarnac, only have physical forms because at the time of the banishment of their race they fought hardest to remain here and ended up trapped between the worlds.” /end id]
