The little pseudo dragon chooses dinner time as the perfect time to return home after a few days on the wing. It lands near Marra, and points to her plate. "Chiir'p, ta gripp n'chirp"
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The little dragon lands on Trinia's head and peers down at her then whistles a little tune.
Chirrip flies in behind and attempts to sting the ogrekin
Fort Save for Cabbagehead
When Aliandara fails to respond quickly enough the little dragon begins to chortle and chirp in wild abandon, alerting you to the fact the door is opening again, as the room fails back into darkness Donagar: You see three derro enter the room, all eyes on you...
Chirrip? t'keel dyavel the little dragon chirps.
"I will watch outside for swarms of tall ones" the little dragon says as it flits outside.
Looks up from her plate of sausage which she's greedily eating as usual...it would be wise to let her finish...lest you lose a finger. She let's out a series of chirps and clicks in acknowledgement of how good the sausage is, a spicy chicken sausage stuffed with Chelish cheddar and Vudran spices.
She is very grateful of the potential sacrifice you made to rescue her, she is intelligent enough to realize that you put your life on the line to rescue her, you realize she loves sausage, the spicier the better. She plans to one day assault the Eel's end with swarms of the local pseudodragons, but it will take time to arrange such an assault. In the meantime, she will warn her kin of Devargo, and occasionally check to make sure none are captured by him, if they are, she will rescue them.
Ch'tahl zh'tahk v'shayl goes through your minds. Draconic: Rough translation: I need to eat to recover, too weak to hunt |