Ravasch thought for a moment, reminiscing on his past size. "Not much larger than you, I'm sure I would fit wherever this place may be... allow me to show you."
Ravasch moved a good ways away from the clearing, not wanting to be seen by the village. He took a deep breath, and a near blinding flash. What took the place of the sickly man was a stone-grey dragon; 15ft at the shoulders he was an imposing figure, but by no means large as other ancients. "As you can see, my size is... deceiving of my age." He said, voice now a deep rockslide rumble. "As well, my curse still plagues me." He motions with his snout to the protruding bolt, larger now, clearly scaling in size with his forms.
Ravasch stretches out his wings, large and tattered at the edges, to loosen the pained muscles. "Tell me, what do you have in mind?"