[Dragon Mountain]

The name seems to attach itself to the bird, which seems somewhat revitalized by it. Faint, pale lightning crackles around its form, illuminating the bird a bit more. It does look a lot like a dessicated pile of skin and bones... but less so now.

"This is not... my name..." it hisses, spreading its wings, but then slumps back... and laughs. "Me, the dragon? No. The dragon is far stronger than I am, that's why it's asleep. I can survive in this diminished world, but it can't. I await my master, the King in Rags. He will come back for his beast, and if he pleases, take me back to his service as well."