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Dirthamen scoffed at the idea of his Varterral being a pet to someone.
“Of course it is not meant as a pet”, he said emphatically, while his hand shot out absentmindedly to once more keep the still a little unsteady little monster from falling off the table. Once it got hold of Dirthamen’s hand, the monster began to climb up his arm, until it found a somewhat steady perch on his shoulder, its docile behavior very much contradicting Dirthamen’s claim of it being unfit for a pet’s role.
“I chose to name it ‘Varterral’ and it will grow. I have prepared a dungeon, where I can monitor it’s growth within the next month. By the turn of summer solstice it should have increased it’s own height a hundred times over. Then I can have it set up as a town’s guardian, protecting the People from enemies and powerful beasts alike.”
There was one specific beast Dirthamen had in mind, when creating the varterral, making sure it would eventually have both size and strength to take on such a beast and win. But he refrained from mentioning that. he knew his current guest was close with Mythal and for all the grief his mother had given him the past years, Dirthamen wanted the existence of the Varterral to be an honest surprise to her - albeit not a happy one.
“Are you sure? It seems cute to me.” He smirked, teasing, as it watched the newborn crawl its way up Dirthamen’s arm. “About to fall asleep on your shoulder.”
“So fast to grow?” He perked a brow, curiously. A few months to grow a hundred times. Solas would stand and watch its growth, he mused. Perhaps that was exactly what Dirthamen intended.
He watched the small creature’s movements, noting its speed, its nimbleness. “Is it intelligent?”
