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Campaign Introduction
Know then, that is the year 1759, one year since the dragons and their dracha allies returned from the Mysterious West. The dragons have formally requested that the giants depart the Lands of the Diamond Throne. To this day, they await the giants' response. The Stewardship of the great cities remains the same; the giants that freed the realm from the threat of the Dramojh rule a mostly peaceful realm. But there have always been those who have resented the giants' rulership and sides are being formed. Many of the smaller towns, however, mostly remain the same.
At the southern part of the Central Plains between the two great mountain ranges of the Bitter Peaks, and the Elders, stands the town of Gahanis. Gahanis is a major trading center. The mines of the Devonblack Hills to the south, operated largely by sibeccai, produce vast amounts of iron and other metals. Although Gahanis has its own hale furnace and foundry, most of the ore ships out in carvavans either northward or towards the coastal cities. The steward of Gahanis is Ne-Chardath. The town boasts a population of about 3500. Litorian tribes hunt in their ancestral hunting grounds to the north, and bandits often raid caravans, striking out from the Devonblack Hills or the Floating Forest.
The Quest begins in the town of Lothis, two days travel northwest of Gahanis. It is in a good spot for trade and has been drawing trade away from the larger town for several years. There is no steward in Lothis as Gahanis has a larger population.
A wooden stockade and earthworks surround the whole town. But these meager defenses have done little to prevent raiding parties from attacking the town. City militia are an active presence throughout the town, seemingly eager to defend the city when those of less moral repute are determined to breach its walls.
Visitors to the city are charged 1 sp to enter the town, and all visitors are checked at the two gates. Weapons except daggers and knives are held at these checkpoints. Only the town militia is permitted to be armed within its walls.
Here is where you find yourselves, for whatever reason you would like.
One of the largest buildings in town is the Liar's Club. It draws the eye and the ear with its size, style, and the sound of raucous merriment coming from within. It must be reserved for the particular elite, though, as none of you have been able to enter it without being singled out for removal. It is rumored the Liar's Club ale is a smooth and heady brew known for its flavor granted by the gassar wooden barrels.
Gargerath snarls at the guards at the gate and reluctantly gives up his weapons. "Guard them well. I value them more than I value your lives." Turning to his Giant companion, he says in a low tone, "I don't see how this town is any different from the others. Same faces, same smell. Let us find a warm place to drink ale and forget we were ever here, eh?"
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Sekteth is relieved to see so many non-verrik faces, with humans, sibbecai predominating, as well as the odd giant or litoran. He parts with his spear with some hesitation, and regards his dagger with a dubious glance.
He had seen the giant and sibbecai ahead of him on the road, but has not quickened his pace to catch up with them, lost in his own solitary thoughts. At the gates, they are delayed for a moment, the sibeccai likely not pleased by the town's policies regarding arms, and he finds himself regarding them as something other than figures in the distance. In a way, he was comfortable with that arrangement, companions, but not really. Up close, they are more than just images, and the sound of creaking leather and the scent of dank fur transforms them into something both more and less than they were, as distant travellers glimpsed on the horizon. The original assumption that the sibeccai was assistant or servant to the giant, is dashed as he hears the sibeccai speak and make decisions for the pair, and sees that the giant does not seem to be as commanding a figure as he seemed in the distance, with visible infirmities.
Distracted from his musings by the sight of the Liar's Den, his face quirks, as if a smile had sought to emerge, and then flutters away like a spooked bird as he considers it's 'famous' ale. Having grown up in a village built upon brewing wines and honey-mead, he has a poor opinion of ales and beers, and yet wonders what such things actually taste like, as they were shunned by proud people of his home, overproud of their own locale product.
Ran-Hajad looked at his companion, sensing his unease at entering the bustling settlement.
The crippled giant had been more at home the further from Gahanis they had travelled, the more distance they put between themselves and the furnaces around which the Green struggled to flourish. Indeed he had taken to walking barefoot, feeling the cool soil between his toes, until the pair entered the town. As the guards prodded them for hidden weapons and recited the laws of the settlement, an air of melancholy settled over him, as the connection to the energy coursing through the earth began to grow fainter again.
Replacing his footwear, he turned out the pockets of his dirt-stained clothes, the guards looking on with ill concealed disgust at the contents he offered them; or was it at his presence? No matter, at least he was spared a beating this time.
The Sibeccai had suggested some refreshment; Ran-Hajad needed none - the Green had refreshed him on his journey. But he wanted to stay with his friend, so he followed his lead. Perhaps, it was only his presence that kept the beatings at bay...
Adrian lowered the hood of his traveling cloak as he stepped under the eaves of the gate. Having visited Lothis before, he knew the drill and quickly unstrapped his rapier and handed over his blade and crossbow, then reached into his beltpouch and slid a silver coin over the captain's desk.
"Welcome back, Adrian. How fares Gahanis?" The captain was friendly enough, even as the remaining guards checked Adrian for hidden weapons.
"Well enough. Bandits have become more active than usual this spring. Have any recommendation for an inn or tavern where I can rest my feet?"
"Aye," the captain responds, clapping Adrian on the shoulder. "Try the Tattered Quilt this time. Was cleared out after the last festival, so you don't have to head clear 'cross town to the Eagle's Rest. Oh... and we've some newcomers here, so see if they need lodgings as well. Forgot to mention it to them."
Adrian nods in understanding. He owed the captain a favor or two. "I'll catch up with them. Shouldn't be too hard to find any strangers."
The captain nods as well, heading back to his desk as a pair of familiar farmers passed by on their cart, waving a seasonal pass at him.
"Foreigners too for the most part, if you catch my drift." He leaned over his desk and scrawled something on paper with a quill. "Good journey, Adrian. Trade Council greets you."
"Good journey."
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Lothis is a fairly wealthy town. Most of the townspeople seem moderate in dress and circumstances. There are no beggars or less fortunate persons on the main street as there are in larger cities, such as Gahanis.
You have all entered from the South Gate. A broad road leads directly north. The large Liar's Club tavern takes up most of the town's center, but other buildings of various economic importance are also present in the town's center. Shops of various types line the road.
One of the first you encounter is a small inn just north of the South Gate on the east side of the road. A plaque outside the door reads "The Tattered Quilt - Dining and Accomodations" in Common. The building's grounds are decorated nicely with seasonal flowers and a larger garden behind the quaint two-story building.
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Sekteth finds the rustic sight of the Tattered Quilt, with it's flowerbeds, appealing, and nods in approval as he approaches the inn, stopping to examine the various flora, each of which he leans down and sniffs experimentally.
It always is of interest to him how the addition or subtraction of one sense or another completely changes the nature of a thing. A colorful flower may smell bitter, while a plain one smells sweet as honey.
"C'mon, let's seek some drink in the bar. Seems to be the best feature of this town, anyway."
Ran-Hajad had been listening to his friend until the point he spotted the flower garden of the inn. Even as the Sibeccai is trying to persuade him to head inside for a drink, he wanders off into the pocket of green.
With an almost gleeful smile, he sits down on the path beside the flowers and begins to examine them, smiling as he remembers their names.
He notices the red-skinned man also enjoying the sights and smells of the garden and beams at him.
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As you are admiring the flower beds, two strange men approach the inn.
One is an elderly human wearing a green robe that has seen some wear and has been patched a few times. The other is a young man with dark blond hair walking with personal confidence. They're coming from opposite directions. The young man speaks first.
"Hello, strangers. I see you found the quaint little inn in these parts. I'm told its a nice one, but haven't stayed here yet. Welcome to Lothis, by the way. Name's Adrian Selliene."
"Yes, yes, welcome to you all! Please, please come in. I've a warm fire set already for you, and I can serve up a nice dinner in no time. I've rooms available also. The whole place is empty! Not much call for visitors this time of year." The elderly gentleman greets you in a very friendly manner, opening the door to the inn and urging you in.
"And if you like my flowers so much, you're going to love my garden!"
He looks at Gargerath, smiling. "Ale, unfortunately, you'll have to get from the Liar's Den or the Laughing Lamia. I serve the clearest water from my personal well. For free! Ha."
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Sekteth is perplexed by the sight of the giant, enjoying such simple pleasures. He has seen few of their kind in his travels, but everything about this giant flies in contradiction to what is spoken of their kind. He had constructed assumptions in his mind about the pair ahead of him on the road, and all of them seem thrown to the winds.
And yet, not so simple, as the tall man seems to mutter under his breath the names of these flowers, names which Sekteth does not recognize, being only passingly familiar with the names of plants and flowers used to encourage the raising of bees or the making of wine.
He straightens up to bow to the elderly host, "Thank you for your kind invitation, sir. I am Sekteth." He pronounces his own name slowly, with an emphasis on the second syllable, and there is a slight suggestion of amusement in his features as he does, "And your name, worthy host?"
Gargerath growls, deep in his throat. By now he's realized that dragging the giant away from anything green or leafy is a battle, and the inn does look appealing, especially after long nights lying along roads and in fields. And the prospect of a bath is appealing.
"I'll get a drink and join you presently," With this the sibbecai heads into the alehouse and orders three mugs of the house ale. He pays and heads back to the inn, placing all three mugs down in front of himself. The first he drinks in one long pull. The second he downs in two gulps. The third he sips, clearly enjoying it like a fine wine.
Ran-Hajad hauled himself painfully to his feet. His crippled leg always complained when he tried to put weight on it, but it would be worth it if the little green man was going to show them more flowers.
As if suddenly coming out of a dream and realising where he was, a worried look crossed the giant's face.
"Gargerath?" he enquired of the large red man, and then the small green one.
Ran-Hajad gave the Verrik a lopsided grin, as he was helped to his feet.
"Red man AND green man like flowers". He beamed, as if pleased by this great revelation.
Without another word, he turned and headed into the inn. Stopping briefly on the threshold, he bellowed "SCRAAAAPS!", before squinting up and down the street. Whatever he was looking for made no sign of appearing, so with a shrug of the shoulders, the ugly giant turned and limped inside.
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Sekteth is perplexed by the sight of the giant, enjoying such simple pleasures. He has seen few of their kind in his travels, but everything about this giant flies in contradiction to what is spoken of their kind. He had constructed assumptions in his mind about the pair ahead of him on the road, and all of them seem thrown to the winds.
And yet, not so simple, as the tall man seems to mutter under his breath the names of these flowers, names which Sekteth does not recognize, being only passingly familiar with the names of plants and flowers used to encourage the raising of bees or the making of wine.
He straightens up to bow to the elderly host, "Thank you for your kind invitation, sir. I am Sekteth." He pronounces his own name slowly, with an emphasis on the second syllable, and there is a slight suggestion of amusement in his features as he does, "And your name, worthy host?"
The elderly man smiles at you as he gestures everyone within. "I'm called Casey Feldorsson."
True to the gentleman's word. The common room has a blazing fire going that warms the area to a comfortable temperature slightly above room temperature. A young servant boy waits by the counter, a little bored but grateful to see the elderly man come in.
"Master Feldorsson!"
"Egrim! Have all the sheets been aired out? We'll likely be having guests tonight. A private room, gentlemen, for one royal ? Or if you'd like to stay by the fire I can bring some quilts down for you. Only four crowns apiece. But listen to me, prat on, when you're likely tired and hungry."
He scurries back to the area behind the counter, obviously a small kitchen, but gestures toward a lone long table by the fireplace, a bench on each side. A small earthenware dish is set near the end of the table with several herbs growing alive in it: butter root, parsley, peppercorn, rosemary, sage, thyme. The dish presents a cacophany of scents.
On the center of the table is a slightly larger earthenware vessel with a flowering vine growing prettily down the table. In addition to pleasantly fragrant white flowers, the vine also sponsors some delicious looking berries.
"I'll bring out some delicious water in just a moment. But if you'd like a nice supper with some roast chicken and wild rice, I'll be glad to provide some for a crown apiece, just let me know."
He returns again with a wooden pitcher of clear, cool water, several wooden mugs, and a small plate of lemon and lime slices and sweetly fragrant purple and blue blossoms. He pours everyone a mug and leaves the pitcher (with enough to fill about two more mugs.)
The Common Room
As mentioned earlier, the only furniture in the common room are the long table and benches and the counter separating the room from the kitchen. A few pegs are set by the door to catch cloaks or the like. Across from the front door is another wooden door. Directly to the right of the door is a winding staircase leading up to the second floor.
Casey Feldorsson
The older gentleman has poured himself a wooden mug of water and is looking through a book at the counter. He seems jovial and quite content with whatever he is reading. Occasionally he looks up to see if you would like anything.
Egrim
Upon Casey's arrival, Egrim ran upstairs, obviously to perform some task or another.
Gargerath spares a quick hand to his coin pouch. "I'll take the floor and the fireplace. And the food. Why's it so... quaint here? Seems strange. Gardens. No beer. Strange."
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Casey smiles at the sibbecai.
"Ah, well my focus is on plants and herbs. In addition to running this inn, I am also the town herbalist. Ale is available readily enough from the Liar's Den and the Laughing Lamia, and Lizenfry the Tinker as you found out just now."
Lizenfry the Tinker
A young and lovely sibbecai, Lizenfry the Tinker has a cart that she vends from. It was fortunate that she was so close to the inn. Although lovely, she seems a little talkative for a sibbecai. Too human-like. She does have a standard ale available often.
Casey goes into the kitchen and returns with a plate of roast chicken and wild rice. The chicken has been rubbed with savory herbs.
"I have always enjoyed the taste of water over ale. Some of my frequent customers now agree with me. Water is life-giving. Ale may be as well, but water is closer to blood. And too much ale in the blood... well, I'm sure you've seen the effects of that. Plus, water is far less expensive to produce...
"As for being quaint, if you want something fancier, the Eagle's Rest is on the other side of town, near the North Gate. But I assure you the prices are significantly higher. I like to provide a comfortable place to stay where people don't have to worry about spending a year's salary by staying a week."
Adrian sits down at the table, also pulling out five silver coins.
"I'll stay in the common room as well. The roast chicken looks delicious. I hope I get some work soon, though. I'm on my last few silvers."
Casey smiles as he recieves the coins. "I'm sure something will come up. It always does."
Adrian smiles back, but turns to Gargerath. "I can attest for the Eagle's Rest prices. I stayed there the first time I came to Lothis. A pleasant enough place, but fairly expensive."
He picks up a slice of lemon and a slice of lime and puts them in his water before he quaffs a drink. "I admit though I've never drunk water like this."
Ran-Hajad sat down at the table.
Then got up and went to look at the herbs.
Then when the food arrived, he sat down again and appeared torn between which position was best.
He eyed the steaming bowl of rice and the chicken hungrily, then began to fish around in his pockets. Withdrawing his hand he pulled out a twig, a large piece of fluff, some twine, a bent piece of metal, a small stone, and a worm which twitched briefly - at the last find the giant hurriedly got up and hobbled outside, placing the worm gently onto the grass in the garden.
When he returned he had 5 coins in his hand, which he dropped on the table, and scooped up one of the chickens. Again, he disappeared outside, taking a large bite out of the flesh as he did so.
Returning again, the chicken was nowhere to be seen, but Ran-Hajad quickly spooned some rice onto one of the plates, and proceeded to cram it into his mouth with his fingers. Aware some of the others were looking at him, he belched quietly, looking sheepish. He took a long slug of water, and sat back eyeing everyone.
After a few minutes, he risked a glance in the direction of Casey.
"Good" he nodded and smiled.
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Casey seems genuinely surprised by Sekteth's remark.
"I personally do not think this inn is that memorable. But I thank you for the compliment. It is always nice to have guests. In fact, when you have moved on to greater adventures, I think you will likely forget this place. It is you who will be memorable."
Casey produces another plate of chicken and rice for Sekteth, then looks around at everyone.
"I hope you look around Lothis tomorrow. You might even find gainful employment if that is why you are here."
Casey smiles, then turns to the staircase and heads up the stairs.
"I'll fetch the quilts and some pillows."
Adrian leans back in his chair, looking in his backpack for a small leatherbound book which he pulls out.
"I suppose it is getting late. I hadn't realized it."
He opens the book as though intending to read, but looks around at the three strange people in the room.
"Why are you gentlemen here, anyway?"
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To Adrian's question, Sekteth seems lost in thought for a second, and replies, through steepled hands, "I am from Kaishek, and my upbringing prepared me for a life of neither winemaking nor beekeeping. Having no chance of inheriting the 'family business,' and no property or possessions not on my person, I found it necessary to make my fortunes elsewhere. I did not come here, specifically, this is simply where the road ended today."
When Adrian looks to Ran-Hajad for an answer, the giant appears to be trying to pry something out of his teeth with the edge of one of Casey's forks. Being unsuccessful, he grunts, and has another root around in his pockets. His eyes light up when he finds the same twig as earlier, which he proceeds to gnaw on for a moment or two.
Having apparently removed the offending impediment, he inclines his head in the direction of Gargarath and says simply 'friend here'.
When Casey returns with the bedding, Ran-Hajad eyes it briefly before snatching up a pillow and quilt and, with a quizzical glance at the others, shuffles out of the front door. He wanders into the garden, appears to consider something deep and meaningful, then wraps himself in the quilt, before lying down on the grass, clutching the pillow to him like a lost doll.
A few minutes later, an equally dishevelled looking dog appears, and promptly curls up beside the giant and falls asleep.
Gargerath barks a short laugh. "Can't keep him inside if you try. Smells like flowers, though. Damned if I know why." He shrugs and accepts the blankets. "We're just looking for some coin. Maybe work. You?"
Adrian nods.
"The same. I came through Lothis last season. That was when I had to stay at the Eagle's Rest. I had a bit more money then. Since then I've been part of a mercantile escort, but I wasn't needed anymore when we got to Gahanis from De-Shamod. So back here I came."
Adrian lowers his voice as though sharing a secret.
"The trade council is a lot more lenient than any Speaker."
"He loves nature. Probably roll around in the grass all night. Me, I like baths." Gargerath finishes the last of his ale with a sigh. "So, this council looking for any sort of aid?"
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Casey shakes his head with a shrug.
"Who can tell these days? Giant armies coming and going. Litorians getting defensive, rhodin prowling the plains, bandits everywhere you look. It seems likely that someone would have some work. I've even heard that Bean Silvertongue might just come out of her high and mighty Liar's Club and see what's going on in the greater world."
He hands the rest of the quilts and pillows out. All of them scented with dried herbs and a soft floral scent.
"Let me get your friend from out front. He might prefer sleeping in the garden than in the front yard."
Casey exits through the front door, leaving the rest inside. The young errand boy comes back down the stairs.
"Is there anything else anyone needs? I'm not supposed to stay here after dark. Ma needs me home. I'll be back in the morning to help prepare breakfast."
Front Yard
Casey gently shakes the giant's shoulder, hopefully waking him without disturbing him too much.
"Perhaps you and your friend would like to sleep in the garden proper?"
Ran-Hajad was flying. Panic gripped him until he realised he was dreaming, at which point he began to laugh and soar and dive and tumble.
A figure flew beside him. At first he thought it was his friend Gargarath, then when he looked more closely he saw it was a chicken. A golden chicken. Or maybe Gargarath was the golden chicken?
Then another figure appeared. This one was a pixie, all green and glowing. The pixie stretched out his hand, and together he, Ran-Hajad and the golden chicken flew into a field of giant flowers, which bowed their heads and said 'good day, fair sir giant' as he flew past. Ran-Hajad waved at them as he went.
Eventually they arrived at a spot with a ring of trees, and in the centre a huge mound of moss. Ran-Hajad drifted downwards, light as a feather, until he reached the mossy cushion, whereupon the pixie waved, and flew away, leaving him to sleep on his wonderfully soft bed.
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Night Falls
Aside from Ran-Hajad's snoring drifting into the inn through an open window, the night is silent. The fire in the fireplace still crackles merrily, but even it seems quieter in the night.
The Front Garden
The small garden at the front of the inn is wellkept, but a council guard stops in front of the sleeping giant.
"Sir! You can't sleep out here. It's not safe."
Outside the Gates
The town's gates have been shut for the night, occasionally a wolf's howl interrupts the silent wilderness, but these sounds never seem to infiltrate the town walls. A lone traveler approaches the gates.
The lone traveler simply knocks on the gates. The folded wings on his back leave little doubt on his identity.
Somewhere through the fog of sleep Ran-Hajad hears a voice. It sounded like his mother gently scolding him for coming home with mud on his clothes. He can't quite make out the words, but he loves his mother, as she loves him.
Rolling over, he felt something solid.
The loving embrace of his mother beckoned, and he clutched the thing, hugging it tightly to his breast.
'Mmmmmm.....' said Ran-Hajad, contentedly.
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In Front of the Inn
The guard attempts again to wake the sleeping giant. "Sir! This is not a safe place to sleep!"
Just at that moment, another guard runs by screaming "Mojh at the gates!"
"Quiet down, man! Snap out of it! Just fetch Hell Pel. And find Garameth! Perhaps he can find out what the mojh wants."
Y'rjar'n emits a low growl and flaps his wings up and down. He bangs on the gates once again. "I'm no human draconic pretender." He says loudly. His wings unfold fully, the wide wingspan making him look bigger then he really is. "I am Dracha, herald of the Dragons. I came here in peace, with good intentions. You don't want me to change my mind."
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At the Town Gates
The gate opens revealing a lone unarmed sibbecai with black fur. Despite his lack of arms and armor he seems fairly dangerous.
When he speaks it is in an authoritative voice (nearer to a growl) that brooks no interruption.
"You are not a mojh." He looks over the dracha's features. "But I am not sure what type of creature you are. You claim to be a... What was it you called yourself? Ah yes. A dracha."
A figure cowled in a robe approaches the gate behind the sibbecai. It carries a staff decorated with dragonteeth, each bearing a small rune.
"Perhapssss I can be of asssissstanccce?"
The sibbecai stops looking over the dracha and turns with distaste toward the newcomer.
"Garameth. This a friend of yours?"
"No, captain. It isss asss it sssaysss. An envoy. I recommend you allow it into the town, elssse we will meet the wrath of the dragonsss."
"I known nothing of these creatures or their dispositions."
The sibbecai's growl intimidates Garameth into cowering for a second.
"Timesss are changing, sssire. The dragonsss have returned. The giantsss' rule isss ending."
The sibbecai growls again. "Silence, mojh. Or I'll have you in stocks."
He looks back over the dracha. "Leave your weapons with the guard. The first sign of trouble from you and you'll be jailed. And absolutely no flying!"
He stands aside allowing the dracha to enter, but two other guards come up to take any weapons he hands over.
Ran-Hajad woke with a start. In the darkness a sinister, twisted figure loomed over him.
With a whimper the giant crawled backwards a pace, then curled into a ball waiting for the inevitable beating to follow.
And waited.
And waited.
When no blow was forthcoming, he risked peering out from behind his hands. The figure appeared to be saying something and pointing back towards the inn.
Risking the creature's ire, Ran-Hajad drew one hand from his face, and with a quavering voice, said 'Chicken?'
The Dracha nods and slowly lowers his wings. "Very well, if I must be disarmed to explore this cage, so be it." The Dracha undoes the leather straps holding his axe and javelins and gives it to one of the guards. He also pulls out his punching dagger to surrender it. "There, master Sibbecai, I'm now at your mercy. Just know that, should you strike me down now, I will not be bested." With this said, Y'rjar'n walks pass the guards and into the small town.
Awake now, Ran-Hajad's curiosity is piqued by the commotion. Looking beyond the running guards, he sees the powerful reptilian figure marching down the street. Never having seen it's like before, he is unsure of what it is, or wants. He worries for a moment that it has come to eat him, but the guards appear to have let it in, so he presumes it isn't hostile.
'A gift' he thinks. 'Scaly man friend'. Looking around, he suddenly regrets having eaten the whole chicken. What token can he present to the creature?
With his painful limping gait, he hurries back to the garden and quickly selects a flower from a sprawling geranium bush, and nips the head off it. Concentrating deeply, he draws the power of the Green into him and channels it into the plant, causing new blooms to sprout in place of the missing one.
Hobbling back to the street, he waves to catch the figure's attention. He hopes it will like the flower. 'But it probably wanted chicken' he thinks...
Y'rjar'n eyes the Giant with some confusion. Perhaps he had expected Giants to be more like the Dragons. No Dracha would be allowed to survive with such a deformity. When the Giant offers some flowers, the Dracha's wings shake slightly as he holds his hand up in refusal. "It is a nice trick, but I have no use for flowers. Still, I thank you for the friendly gesture; it's better then what the gate guard gave me. Do you know of any place where I could sit down and recover my strength?"
Ran-Hajad's eyes widen as the scaly creature speaks!
Quickly grabbing the dracha's hand, Ran-Hajad points to the inn and tries to lead him inside
The dracha follows the giant but he tries to free his hand.
Letting go of the dracha's hand, Ran-Hajad quickly hobbles inside.
Unsure how to broach the subject to his sleeping companions, he debates for a moment.
'SCAAAAAALY MAAAAAN OUTSIIIIIIDE!' he bellows