Lian-Chu

— Lian-Chu, tell me it`s not that i mean.
— It`s not behind you, Gwizdo.
— You're not very convincingly liar!

— This is all your fault, Lian-Chu! It was your knuckleheaded plan to drown that dragon!
— But that was your plan.
— Don`t change the subject! I decided it`s your fault so it`s your fault! How can you argue with logic like that in the discussion?!

— He must be molting. Shedding his skin.
— As long as we can save our skin he can do whatever he wants with his.

— Gwizdo, they`re highly nourishing!
— Yeah! They`re hard as rocks, tastes like dragon fecal.

— Where do we go when we`re dead?
— I don`t even know where we are when we`re alive. Let alone when we`re dead. I`m not the person to ask you know...
— We`re nowhere and everywhere at once. Because we never really die, Zaza. Our lives carry on with the memory of us, and all the things around us.
— Yeah, well, hold on there! You can`t possibly mean that dead people carry on living in... in... flowers for example?
— Yes, they do! Also in trees, rivers, in the wind... Zaza, don`t be sad anymore. Feathers will always be around here, looking at you, thinking about you.
— I knew it. Thank you, Lian-Chu.

— He wants to negotiate, Hector! Negotiate! How we gonna handle this? We don`t know how to negotiate, it Gwizdo`s specialty!
— It's very simple! Calm down, smile. Che-e-ese!
— What do you mean you "smile"? What if they ask me something?
— Take it easy! Tell they: "Che-e-ese"!

— It won't work, Gwizdo.
— Of course it will! You`ll be great and dragons are easily fooled. I`ll bet your own head they fall for it!
— They better at the price mister Koster.

— It can't be sleeping sickness or soporific syndrome or even drowsy droop, nope. Otherwise the lurks spittle would have woken her up. Yeah I'm coming to think this must be the work of a dragon. Whoa i've never seen anything like it before.
— [Quietly] That's so revelation. You can't even see his nose.
— It might be the petrovile, a dragon that lives on the deserted island of Petrock.
— A petrovile?
— I thought they only existed in legends.
— No-no-no, they're real enough!
— When legends some to life, people live in strife.
— So, what did you drag and look like is he? Fat, ugly, slimy, wings on his back? How many fingernails he got?
— M-m-m-m... Don't know.
— Why'd he come here if he lives down there watching Petrock island?
— Yeah... No, no, no.
— And how does he do this to people?
— Well i don't know that one either. I can't know all the answers, my specialty is medicine, not dragons!
— Okay. Well how do we unfreeze our friends?
— Yeah, you'll mean their remedy. Hm-m-m... Let me see... Yeah, thank you... Yeah, I... I have no idea. But i do know that with a specimen from the dragon i can concoct a cure... i hope.