Chuthan continues to move forward, not sure what happened exactly.
At Breewyn's cry, Tsakua stands up and reaches out to pull her from the doorway.
"Ye can do little now but pray lass, and prepare fer them as will need tendin'!"
Looking over the gnome, Tsakua stares out into the storm. Come on lads, ye can make it.
The diving form made once more pass, its scaled hide reflecting the lightning in a brilliant blue and white shimmer. Another pass meant another strike, and sure enough it came.
Octavian's makeshift lightning rods worked wonders, a wonderful use of his intelligence. The lightning strikes were drawn to the spears, hitting the tips with the same lethal intensity as when they struck the others. The tips of the spears glowed upon the hit, the air around the spears becoming singed with that awful dry smell.
Another clap of thunder and lightning as if in frustration as the beast circled around. The spears were acting as perfect wards to the beasts attack. The large body turning in the air as it circled the outpost once before diving again. This time the dive was deeper.
The beast was landing with a earth rumbling roar. Its body smashing through the outposts walls and the armory, its long tail smashing into the headquarters with an agitated flick. The very ground shook as the thing landed into the rain soaked ground, its weight making it sink slightly as the ground gave away under it. Its mighty wings fanned out in such a brilliant, deadly display.
"Svabol tepoha wux authot mrith astahi!"
The thing roared in anger. Even if one could not understand the beast you could hear the strain of the words even in its deep guttural tones. The blue and white wonder stood magnificently before the group, its head lowered as lightning crackled at its lips. The storm's winds howled and the thunder echoed down the mountains.
"Wux rifquilinsounviw mabliki! si geou svent rinovup annyo ir di wux vur si geou maulk dout zi kin vur svent shio batobot wux jilg danthe! wux nishka vucot wer skriiod di morshinir ve vur sia duil!"
Octavian stumbles back as the beast lands and turns his head away from the splatter of mud. His mind was reeling from the sudden appearance of the dragon and in his surprise he feet began to slide out from underneath him.
He stabilizes and can only listen as the creature demands answers in a language he hadn't heard since his formal magical schooling. Swallowing his fear he sets Jietin down on the ground and walks between the lightning rods dancing with energy. He stops before the mighty dragon and looks up into it's eyes.
"Martivir janikup ir! Svabol tir wux renthisj di? Yth jahen siliti di wer munthreki halkvri naeck!"
Jietin shakes in fear and runs to find cover with the others!
Luca sees the dragon, and felt the courage drain from her. Humans were one thing. Dragons, were something else altogether, and the dwarf was afraid, mortally afraid of the awe-inspiring beast before her.
"P-p-please, mighty Stormbringer, W-we keen not your need and want," Luca stammered out as she feel to her knees, the marks on her skin gone.
"We know not your tongue and know not why you are here," she said, the words now coming quickly, "we mean not to anger you, the Bellicose Thunderclap. F-forgive our feeble ears for not knowing your tongue."
Then, switching to dwarven, "Please accept my humblest apologies. I am Luca of the Clan Shatterstone, once of Dovan-Dur. Please, I beg of you, mercy on us for whatever we have done to anger you, Stormbringer, the Bellicose Thunderclap whose scales shine as a thousand diamonds and glitter as a thousand sapphires."
Meekness is not a trait associated with dwarves, even the more amiable mountain dwarves. Dwarves, however, are not fools. When a dragon is angry, even if it is at the doorstep of the hall, you treat it with the respect you'd give the grandest of kings. Out here, in the storm and with naught but soaked and muddy clothes and a leather jerkin between her and a dragon, she sought to be very, very courteous indeed.
Xaeken struggles to his feet then hears the words. The great voice shakes within him and he can barely keep his feet...
The arrival of the great dragon frightened Tsakua as nothing ever had in his life. As it was, the dragon occupied the majority of the yard, and there was nowhere to run. Paralyzed in fear, for once his strength failing him, he could only watch as Octavian stepped forward and engaged the beast in its own language.
Breewyn hears the words that were roared and echoing off of the walls of the slave camp. She understood the words, but not the meaning behind them. She looked out and her eyes fell upon the fearsome creature.
She feels an instinctual fear, a small prey creature gazing upon the form of a clever and effective predator. She swallows, backing up from the doorway as she tries to resist her mind screaming for her to flee and her body not responding very well. She dropped into a huddle, hugging her knees to her chest, rocking some. She could still act, but she was deeply afraid of what the powerful dragon might do if angered further.
The dragon wants, but what does the dragon want? The dragon wants something precious, what's precious to a dragon? Better find it, but what is it? Where could it possibly be? How could humans take it?
She thinks in a babble, her eyes darting around the inside of the barracks as her frantic thoughts tumbled through her head.
The sudden touch of hands upon Marra's shoulders is a shock to her in her bewilderment, her vision only now beginning to clear up. She could barely make out the words of what seemed to be the tiefling, and for a moment, she felt a tad safer than before, perhaps she would make it out...
... until she felt the sudden surge of electricity around her being, and then another intense BOOM, and once more the dazzling light blinds her eyes, and all goes quiet barring the buzz in her ears.
She throws herself to the ground in fear, and soon the scent of singed air enters her nostrils. Clambering to her feet, she tries to make a last desperate run, though her feet give out under the mud, and she slips onto the ground, her face covered in dirt.
The vibrations brought by the dragon's descent and subsequent destruction of parts of the outpost caused Marra to look up and gaze at the dragon's powerful form - at least, what little she could see of it through her slowly recovering senses. Even with what little hearing she had, she could hear the beast's low voice faintly in this intense storm. She had never witnessed such a creature before in her entire life. She had heard stories about them in her travels, years ago... but they were just stories - and she had no desire to see the real thing. She punches a fist into the ground angrily, before she attempts to pick herself up and stand.
Breewyn after a minute or so stands, and walks back toward the door. Her eyes look unfocused, and they appear to have a glassy look to them. She stares off, as if she is peering into the distance. She begins to speak slowly and clearly in a strange otherworldly tongue.
"Tháinig sé ar cad é a.
Ní mór é a chur ar ais."
It must be returned.
She continues to say this phrase over and over, getting louder and faster with each time she repeats the phrase. After a few chants, she is shouting it into the storm that the dragon has wrought.
The dragon seemed to be slightly taken aback from the response of the tiny blue man. A low rumble in its chest echoed out as the blue man spoke, attempting to placate her anger, but it only seemed to irritate the beast as she snapped her jaws, a audible snap could be heard.
"Silit usv thric mablik, wux jiil hoinpa monstrosities tepoha lekara sia duil vur stolen sia vrant. ihk batobot wux geou shio loreat!"
A snarl rose from her as she took a step forward, her tail flicking as it crashed into the slave dens, completely demolishing it. "huena wux mabliki tlusha turalisjthir vur wage aryte shio svern sia thaczil, wux tepoha shio coanwor vi braneir while wux ruin wer thaczil ihk aryte. batobot ui shio batobot dout cirau vucotic."
Her head snapped its gaze to the dwarf, listening to her as she pleaded with her. Despite her anger it did begin to placate the beast. No matter what, they do enjoy being... worshiped or shown the respect they so command.
The howling wind slightly died down, but the storm still brewed above the group, lightning illuminating the dragon as sparks criss crossed her body.
In dwarven it spoke back, "You know your way with words little one. I knew of dwarves of the clan of Shatterstone. We had crossed paths many years ago before you were born. You are the first one I have seen since that day." The anger was still in the baritone voice of the beast, rumbling deep within its chest.
Ira was nursing the wounds and disablement when the ground quaked with the landing of the great wyrm. It's frightful presence washed over her like a wave of icy water. She curled up in a sitting fetal position, her body shaking violently. Her usually perked ears laid back on her head and she cringed, waiting for the snap of the dragon's jaws to take her at any moment. She could not understand the creature and that only led to further fear.
Gommie, ever protective of his mistress, clung to her side and growled in a feeble warning at the dragon. He would defend her despite the size of the creature.
Luca crosses a hand before her chest and bows to the dragon.
"I am humbled that you would honor me with your compliments, and that you would remember the name of my clan ," she said while her mind suddenly raced with a new thought.
Please, oh please, by Torag's beard, don't let this one be the one that attacked the Hall! Da alwasy said it was foul-tempered beast that only sought more violence the more we defended our home.
"If it would please you, one whose very whispers command the thunder and lightning of the heavens, may we know what it is that has angered you? By what foolish act has your grand and terrible wrath been stirred, for only the most foolish of fools would anger one so powerful as you, Stormbringer, the Bellicose Thunderclap whose scales shine as a thousand diamonds and glitter as a thousand sapphires."
Chuthan, seeing the Dragon, decided the best way to help the other slaves was to hide, and try to surprise it if things went wrong.
Ocatavian was able to easily follow the discussion between Luca and the dragon. He looked over his shoulder at the dwarf as she began to cowtow to the dragon and stifled his desire to roll his eyes. The lessons from earlier in his life about dragons brought forth the memory that almost every dragon was incredibly vain and the dwarf seemed to be doing a damn fine job stroking that ego. He debated with himself what the next step was going to be and quickly came to the conclusion that the next few minutes of their lives depended entirely on the dragon's whims.
"If it would please the mighty Stormrider, please allow me to offer one correction to your observation. My people have long lived in the desert we call the Shaha'drim and never in our seven thousand years on this planet have we ever come across a being as magnificent and beautiful as you. If they had it would be the shame of our species to offend one such as you. Please illuminate what grave offense has been committed and allow us to attempt to help." Octavian said smoothly in fluent draconic after Luca's eloquent speech.
Luckily for Luca this dragon was not one that assaulted her clans hall, though she did know of one.
She speaks again, once more in dwarven as she continues her conversation with Luca,"As you should be humbled by my words, I do not forget the ones who have helped me in the past..." Her words were getting softer, the storm was quietening and the rain was slowing down from the pelting storm it was to steady fall.
Her eyes caught movement as Chuthan attempted to hide behind the stairs, she paid it no head though, let them hide, it made no difference to her.
"I see you can handle this dialect as well blue man, interesting you have such a wide grasp of these languages. Normally the pale skinned ones have trouble speaking their own native tongue."
They were doing a damn fine job placating the dragon. The storm was still quieting but it was slow. The more the dragon was placated, the more she lessened the storm she had wrought. She eyed the group as she grunted as she snapped her jaws. Irritation seemed to flair.
And just as the storm was receding, it was growing once more. "I do not like repeating myself blue man, I said they came and stole my clutch when I was out dealing with some nuisances. Intolerable humans." She snapped her jaws and a thunder rolled down the mountains. I want my clutch back, and I cannot find these humans. They have hidden themselves well enough." She snapped again, a rumble of a growl rising up once more, the ground shook as she slammed her tail into the ground. "And tis is why I will kill everything until I find them."
"And if you should kill every human and still not find them, then what? If you should tear every human city down and raze their lands until it resembles hell, then what? The more you destroy the more the humans will dig in. Their tolerance for anything not human is non-existent." Octavian said bluntly. He eyed the dragon for a moment before standing straighter.
"The humans are fanatics. They have despoiled all in their path, yourself included, all on the orders of one human. He raises his hand and extends his index finger to the sky. "The human emperor. On his word have all of our people been savaged. If your children have been stolen then it was on his orders. Only he would be foolish enough to risk your wrath."
Luca shot a glare at Octavian. She didn't speak Draconic and he did. Why didn't the idiot tell the others what was going on.
"I-if it would please one of your terrible and ferocious grace. Accept my apologies for not realizing that you had already informed us of the deed. If it further pleases you, may we know what these foolish humans looked like? For we, I especially, have need to visit vengeance upon them. You see, I was once of Dovan-Dur, but my home is no more. The humans came and breached the doors, and drove us back, though they paid dearly for every tunnel they claimed. Our final doom came when we only numbered three in ten of what we once were, less even. They killed my kin. They murdered my clan's children and put the infants on pikes and paraded them before us before leading those that we stayed behind so that they may escape in chains. They stole my sisters from me. I beg you to let me find them so that I can avenge my kin," realizing she was beginning to speak a little too forcefully she bowed her head once more, "Forgive me. I forget myself, Stormbringer. I know that you seek to make them pay for what you have suffered. I will not cheapen the pain and the fury you must feel for your lost children. I was and still am unmarried and have no children of my own. I may even now feel the pain of losing brothers and sisters and parents keenly, but I can't know what it is like to lose a child and fear that you will never see them again."
The young dwarf looks up, her face marked wit the same ghostly runes that had appeared earlier, her eyes blazing with a hunger deeper than even a dragon's for gold and riches.
"Please, do not sully your claws and teeth with the blood of these honorless dogs. Do not risk marring your magnificent scales with their spears and blades. This I beg of you because I so badly want to see those humans die at my hand. The name of Stormbringer will ring out above even the name of Dovan-Dur as I send them to be judged and damned."
Jietin leans against a wall, still panting and catching his breath, staring silently at the dragon. They're going to get themselves killed.
"A bit arrogant aren't you blue man? Do not take me for a fool." Her jaws snapped in his direction, the electricity jumping between her impressively large fangs. "I know how foolish humans are, and how persistent they can be when one forces them through. Though they do not bred like rabbits, and soon there will be more then me for them to deal with." Her eyes were locked onto Octavian's almost as if she was peering into his soul, judging him by its contents.
Her eyes shifted to Luca as she listened patiently. The storm was beginning to recede this time for good as the rain lightened quick a bit, now to just a drizzle and the wind dying down to a breeze. The thunder was just an echo in the distance. The skies were still overcast with thick clouds, keeping the lighting dim.
"Little one, it is a shame to hear of the Dovan-Dur suffered to this blight that plagues the world. Though your words have some truth to them. There are other things that can be done. No doubt the humans moved my clutch to a place I cannot physically reach, and I rather not tear the region asunder to find them."
She took a look around at the battered and wounded group, silently as her wings slowly folded to her sides, having a more... lucrative idea come to mind and much more advantageous to her. "These humans will be non the wiser if I retrieve my clutch another way... with the help of your little... group." A chortle rose as a toothy grin appeared. "I will spare your lives if you do me this task, find my clutch, they will not relocate it to a threat of the likes of you. Return my clutch whole, and you might find yourselves... bettered." She eyed the group once more before settling her gaze back upon the two who had the gall to actually speak to her.
The rain was just a drizzle as it was before, some light returning to the area. Has the storm receded fully?
Xaeken uses the conversation as an opportunity to slowly maneuver through the mud well around the dragon and meet up with the rest of the group, watching and listening as best he can...
Trading one form of slavery for another? You can shove your offer out your ass. Jietin thinks to himself.
Octavian looks back at Luca and cocks an eyebrow in question. For several seconds he stares at her as if considering a question before coming to some kind of decision and turning to look back at the dragon. When he spoke this time it was in the same strong language that Luca was speaking.
"Sapphire Magnificence I would dare to ask one favor of you. Less then one day's travel down that road is a human caravan destined for this location. It is guarded by several humans loyal to the foolish emperor. I care not one wit for what happens to the humans but the contents of the wagons would aid us greatly in our quest to rescue your children."
As her ears and eyes cleared of the impairment, Ira listened to the exchange though she understood not a word of it. However, the tone of the voices changed and the storm broke which alleviated some of the fear. She reached out a shaking paw and placed it on Gommie's back to still him from antagonizing the dragon. She dared not look over her shoulder at it though for fear she might run.
Luca returns the grin her eyes glittering dangerously.
"Twice again you have honored me and my kin. I vow that I shall see this through, or die in the trying. Let the fools know the folly of stealing from dragons," she says, "may Torag bless your horde with the finest crafted works of gold, silver, and mithril, Stormbringer, and may I find myself lucky and skilled enough to have one of my works counted as a part of it. All I ask now is that you forgive the wizard's wagging tongue when next we meet."
Zorgg sees the dragon, having never seen one before. Only hearing tales from other Goblins of his tribe. He is in awe. Zorgg just stands there jaw dropped starring at the thing.
Zorgg studies the dragon. Having no idea what the others are saying as he does not speak those languages Zorgg decides to speak.
Mighty dragon, you have beautiful scales. You look fierce and mighty. I am quit impressed by you'r power over the storms. Will you join our group? Human Metal men on scary horses killed all my village. I bet you could help me kill those horse men. We could eat the horses together.
Chuthan looked at the group and sighed. Talking to dragons has never been good for my people. Blue ones are better than red, but...How are these people succeeding.
The dragon eyes the group once more before focusing on Luca. A grin rippled across the dragons snout as it's teeth showed once more in a frightening display. Though she did not respond to Luca she turned her gaze to Octavian, "You are an impertinent one blue man."
When the goblin spoke, she could not help but chortle in amusement. Join their little rag tag group? It was humorous for her at least. She returned the words effortlessly in goblin, "Your offer is amusing. I believe you can dine on the horses alone."
She addressed Octavian and Luca once more, "Find my clutch, I want them returned unharmed in any manner, or you may find the price to pay is rather... steep," her voice dripped with acid at the last word. Her wings snapped open, "If and when you do find them, I will find you. Bring them to the peak of the mountains here, and light a fire. I will find you then. Be grateful I spared your lives."
With that she gave a powerful beat of her wings, her form beginning to lift almost effortlessly as she pushed herself upwards and out from the group. The wind created from her wings were incredibly strong as the sudden burst of air would stagger even the biggest of the group.
The clouds seemed to almost darken around her as she neared them. Her form curving into a turn before she lifted herself above the clouds. A spark of lightning streaked as soon as she entered.
The group is left at the ruined outpost, the most of the immediate left side was obliterated when the dragon had landed. The wall lay in a flattened messed, the armory stood with most of it buried in rubble, and the commanders headquarters wall was buckling. The Slave den was destroyed as well. Everything was soaked through from the rain and the mud was deep. What remained of the outpost were only three walls and barely two buildings. The storm has receded with her departure, the weather looked like it reacted to her presence. The rain was still falling but it was the drizzle as it was in the beginning of the day. The overcast lightened allowing some of the midday sun to illuminate the area.
Luca manages not to fall over form the dragon's downdraft. A few moments after the dragon disappears, Luca collapses on all fours and trembles uncontrollably.
"Slag and ash, that was terrifying!"
Breewyn picked her way through the mud after the dragon took off with a mighty beat of her wings. She looked up to the sky as she walked, the weather beginning to lessen as the dragon faded into the distance. She came over to Octavian and Luca, staring at them with wide, tired eyes.
"What agreement have we made?" She asked meekly to the both of them when she drew nearer. She understood the dragon-speech, but not the other tongue they were speaking.
Zorgg looks around as the rest of the group falls down when the dragon leaves.
They are lucky I was here to talk to the dragon.
Don't worry everyone. I made friends with the dragon. I do not believe it will bother us anymore. You were lucky I was here. He knew how to speak the goblin tongue.
Zorgg literally believes that he is the one that talked the dragon down.
Ira is easily blown over by the gust kicked up by the dragon's take-off. The kitsune lies there, feeling quite defeated and beaten. As the dragon departed, so did the fear. She reached out as Gommie lowered his head to her and gave her an affectionate nuzzle. She clung to him for a moment as she tried to regain her emotional stability.
Xaeken's large form topples at the gust of wind and the oread once more is left slowly gathering his feet beneath him as he moves to stand.
As he stands he looks at the goblin and smiles slightly, Very lucky little one.
Jietin just raises an arm to shield his eyes, standing up tall through the wind. As the dust clears he scowls. "Let's get the hell out of here." As he stands and catches his breath, he secretly hopes nobody mentions his raging fighting. It turned out well this time, but just barely...
Zorgg is going to head to the commanders quarters to check it out. He enters and starts looking around.
When Zorgg enters the commanders quarters, most of the objects within were disturbed when the dragon had landed, most of everything was of standard affair. The building was split into two rooms, the first room held a large desks and some tables with scattered items. Who ever was in command here wasn't very tidy!
Looking around, he finds detailed map of the surrounding area, marking any patrols, supply routes and other things that may be useful. He also finds several manifests, one keeping track of slaves, another being the current supplies at the forst and any requests, Raw Resource production and shipments, and recent guard transfers. The manifests were strewn across one of the messy tables.
He also finds a rather large footlocker at the foot of the bed with a thick lock. If he attempted to open it, it would firmly secured. The footlocker could fit two Zorggs inside of it.
Most of everything else was not noticeable or unimportant.
Octavian turned his head away to shield it from the sudden blast of air and mud as the dragon lifted off.
His feet slipped and he dropped to a knee to save him the irritation on falling on his rear. Again. Once the powerful winds had calmed he stood up and walked over to where his spear was and pulled it from the ground. The spear tip was still glowing white hot and he quickly thrust it into the wet mud with a loud hiss and explosion of steam.
"Wagging tongue? Who was it dwarf that enabled us to escape in the first place? Who was it that had the courage to stand and stare that creature in the eye? My wagging tongue has done more for this group then your feeble worship of that creature." the wizard snapped irritably as he yanked the now cool spear from the ground.
Grumbling he moved over to the remains of the armory and began to pick his way through and pull out anything of importance.
Armory that once stood was now in rubble. In order to find anything of importance one would have to dig through the timbers. Luckily most of the items were not damaged. There around twelve suits of light armor, all in the style of the slave guards. Unfortunately nothing sized for much bigger or smaller creatures. Standard issued weapons of regular quality as well. In the rubble you did unearth two wooden chests, again these ones were locked as well. Any kegs of gunpowder was destroyed in the destruction of the armory. You also find two crates worth of raw adamantine ore that were mined from the tunnels with a smattering of mithril.
12 Light Armor (Same stats as before)
5 Halberds
7 Spears
6 Shortswords
3 Longswords
2 Longbows
76 Standard Arrows
1 Shortbows
With the immediate threat gone and Jietin on the verge of falling over, the hulking tiefling drifts back into silence. He takes a halberd and a longbow and ten arrows, testing the weapons a bit before nodding and going off to check his wounds.
Luca looks up and almost says something, but the wizard storms off before she can. Shaking her head, she stands up and helps the others get to their feet. She walks over to the Barracks door, then, but change her mind and goes up the stairs to the wall. She tries to salvage anything she can from the corpses before flinging them off the walkway and away form the wall. Her body ached from the dragon's lightning, but this pain she could endure. It was the pain of her lost home, her family rent asunder that she couldn't face, but then too, there was something else now.
The voices. The voices of her fallen kin. She heard them. Heard them cry for vengeance. One hand reaches up to her shoulder, rubbing where Torag's mark had been since she was born. It tingled and burned with as she looked out over the landscape, pondering.
"Did I really help, or did I only make things worse," she asked in the lilting dwarven tongue of her home, "what do I do? My kin and my heart cry out for vengeance, but what good will that do? Will it not only make this worse? Will it only drive us to destroy each other?"
Luca looked up in the reddening sky, but no answer came. Her fingers itched. The markings were returning. Each time they reappeared, they were more solid, seeming more of warpaint than anything dealing with spirits.
She sighed and stood. fatigue and pain making her long to just sleep, and hope the nightmare was over when she awoke.
"I need me tools," she muttered, "too many thoughts to sort through without a hammer and some iron."
With that she returned to the barracks with the salvaged gear.
Zorgg comes running out, looking for the Giant, with an excited look on his face.
Jietin, there is a locked box in that building. Can you smash it open?
Zorgg will put on one of the armors, once he finds out about it.
Jietin grunts, following the gobo up to lend some muscle.
Tsakua stood on the steps of the barracks, completely awestruck by what he witnessed. Turning, head still ringing, he began searching the barracks, hoping for a stiff drink to calm his nerves. Seeing Luca step into the barracks, he comments, "Well, it seems yet vengeance has begun, lass."
Luca finds only one longbow that wasn't damaged from the lightning charred bodies of the archers. All the gear they had on them were ruined by the dragons attacks.
The smashing of the footlocker was easy enough as the lid was torn asunder. Removing the lid revealed several things inside of it. A coin purse laden with gold pieces, several glass bottles that look to contain a reddish liquid. A small jewel box filled with a couple of rough gems, and finally a short sword wrapped in a green velvet. The sword itself looked to be of very superior craftsmanship then anything else that was found already.
5 Bottles of red liquid
Jewel box containing 5 rough rubies, 3 rough diamonds and 1 emerald
Coin purse containing around 200 gold pieces
Unidentified Superior Short Sword
Green Velvet Cloth
The barracks was a more mundane search, mainly holding food such as bread, cheese, some salted meat and fruits. There were several bottles of spirits tucked away under a bed. Many of the guards personal affects were in their personal foot lockers, plus some extra gold, playing cards and dice along with personal letters from family and friends.
A total of 151 gold pieces.
3 bottles of spirits.
An assortment of food (Enough for 22 day trail rations)
Xaeken watches the group bustle about him and he slowly moves to cobble together an outfit to cover him, grabs a spear (the only thing he knows how to use from the armory) and otherwise tries to keep an eye out for "survival" based gear; backpacks, rations, an so on.
As Luca moves back towards the group the oread stops a moment and gestures at the dwarf speaking to her in her native tongue, You did your best. The dragon let us live and that is a blessing. My people have always offered temperance to yours, remember that our two races are longer lived than many. There is time. Let us focus on our escape, fulfilling our commitments and then seeing where things are meant to go. The sorcerer offers a lop sided smile as he says more in that moment than he has in months combined.