"Oh, if he-or her- asks me, I promise I'll stop!" She touched lightly at Longinus's carapace for a quick minute before scribbling notes down furiously. "Rough... yeah! See! Done! Anyways, where are we going?"
"Well... asking questions is the whole deal of a historian! Besides... uh..." She thinks for a moment. "It'll... make you famous in the future! Don't you want future m-humans saying your name in reverence of your discoveries?" You can barely hear her mutter afterwards, "Messed... oh, rusts..."
(I must continue the game)!
You can, but they're so microscopic you cant even fit a tiny piece of pencil led inside.
I with for infinite candy of my choice
"No, like... I don't want to climb it... unless you'd let me- but! I would just like to feel and inspect it's carapace. I never thought mist- er... Longinus' could grow carapace! Probably because I've never seen such a species before!"
"Wait... so you can now count to eleven? I'm so proud of your growth!" He, she, it, or whatever this dragonborn is raises their hands in a showy gesture.
"Yeah? Obviously? And uh, I have things to do so..." The Dragonborn turned into a ball of light, going out of your grasp before reappering as a dragonborn once again, about 10ft away from you.
As you pull your claw away, you see that it didn't leave any sort of mark at all. "Hold on, what do mortals say here? 'ow'?" The dragon born grinned wider. "Not gonna lie, you hit pretty hard for a preschooler."