Sojan drops to a crouch to look the dragon square in the eyes. He holds up his hands to show he means no harm as he continues talking. Truth be told, he is fascinated by the little guy.

"If there's one thing my house believes, it is that warriors come in all shapes and sizes. I'd be more than happy to bring Meepo back with us and teach the little runt the common tongue. As to Don'Moar, I'd love a chance to get to know a dragon personally. He'd certainly be a useful ally. I agree about those other Kobolds. We could stash Meepo and wipe out the lot of them if you're up to it."

He smiles at Don'Moar and points to the sky, then the ground, then all around him, then at Don'Moar, then at himself. "Siberys. Khyber. Eberron. Don'Moar. Sojan." He holds out his hand and offers the dragon a shake, realizing the thing might not be able to.