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As the party makes their way out of the inn, a lean Halfling with platinum blonde hair swoops down from the sky on the back of a Roc.
"It's coming right for us!" Raises musket and...
Excellent, another trophy waiting to happen. At least this one doesn't have a frog on it's back....
"Brilliant, we can just air-lift my things then, and if it crashes there's always squab for dinner. Tell me child, how does that thing handle in flooded underground tunnels?"
she's not nice. Don't take it personally
'Personally'? Ha! Right back atcha. ;)