If I left tomorrow, would anyone even know? The way you humans carry on, it’s no wonder all the magic is leaking out of the world. I’m not talking about strip mining or deforestation, though of course that’s an issue for those of us that live in remote places. Just look at the “Loch Ness Monster” as an obvious candidate of your stupidity. If it were some sort of flesh and blood creature, it’s gene pool would be so inbred that instead of flippers for swimming it’d be sporting banjos for plucking. Yet still some of you carry on as if you believe in it.
Don’t get me started about the ones that you should be able to identify as other. The fae with their glamour prance about in front of you with impunity and what happens? Your kind cast them in movies and discuss their antics endlessly rather than the issues that truly matter, much to the mirth of the Seelie Court. Ugh, just thinking about their antics is enough to make my blood boil. Tomorrow isn’t soon enough. I’ve had it with your kind. Still grumbling to itself, the last remaining dragon departed for another plane.