Aurican was, for the most part, in a state what he heard to be referred as "high strung". Combined with his disgust at this world and still suffering from a battle high, he couldn't bring himself to talk other than giving an affirmative grunt.

It was then he took a time to wonder how much he had changed in this world. If the Aurican of Krynn was here, he would be polite and considerate, thinking clearly and without prejudice. He would be obsessed with the beauty of the world and grieve the loss of civilization, not concerned with the thoughts and opinions of creatures and races that would die within decades of time - a mere blimp of time for a dragon.

Aurican sat down next to the fire, feeling weariness sinking into his bones like cold water absorbing into a sponge. He rubbed his face absently and realized the entire lower half of his face was smeared with the blood of the Yeti whose throat he had ripped out in his indignant anger. He wiped his sleeves at his face furtively, smearing dark red into the sleeves of his robes.

"It might have been a scouting party. It didn't look like they were expecting us to be there."

Maybe.

"But who knows what these Yeti do. I sure don't."