“I got myself in something of a mess recently,” he says, placing his drink on the table in front of them and settling back into his seat. “Ended up with an extra big helping of Discord.”

His earlier cheer falters a bit at the mention of it, though he’s quick to try to shrug it off. He places a hand on his chest where his Shard is hidden beneath his shirt, giving off a steady heat. It had been alarming at first, how hot it had grown, but he’s since gotten used to it. Might not be such a good thing, though.

“That’s when the fangs showed up, so I reckon it’s a result of that.”