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Majenko roots around in the bag...and squeal/chirps excitedly finding what he was seeking...

Wriggling his way back out of the bag... he has a ...Rod in his mouth... specifically one ..once carried by Pilts Swastel...

Frantically flapping his wings the tiny dragon takes flight.. a little sluggishly with the weight of the Human sized rod.. meant for human hands but in flight he transfers the rod to his clawed feet with his tail wrapping around the Rod for better leverage on its bulk... as he ascends some 20'ft up and a total of 30'ft back from the reefclaw...

Move Action: Fly 50'ft

Exerting his draconic will upon the magical Rod of Wonder he unleashes it power directing it at the Reefclaw...

"Wondrous" Effect: 1d100 ⇒ 76

Targeting just behind the reefclaw... a mote of fiery red energy is unleashed from the rod and grows and roars into a flaming conflagration of death as a fireball detonates behind the Reefclaw expanding to a 20'ft radius encompasing a 40'ft globe of fiery doom!

SWaaaaTHOOOOOMMMM!

Fireball Damage: 6d6 ⇒ (3, 5, 3, 3, 3, 3) = 20{fire} Reflex DC15 {1/2Damage}

@ Megan: LOLS, of course! You will have to determine if Ashe and or Jord are in the Area of effect

Majenko hisses in frustration.. smelling blood in the air.. and seeing multiple wounds open on his friend Ashe...

Move Action: Fly to deck of ship

The tiny dragon 'stoops'... diving for the barge deck to the discarded Bag of Holding that was dropped when Ashe began to start readying the watercraft to depart...

Majenko plunging his head into the bag growling an hissing in draconic... some rather ..."colorful"... metaphors.. as he searches for something to use on the aquatic beast... his tail thrashing comically back and forth, Ioun stones wildly adjusting their orbit to keep up with his posterior's thrashing about as he is almost swallowed by the bag...

Standard Action as Move Action: Retrieving item from bag of holding

Majenko notes the Evil Outsider's magical nature realizing just how powerful this foe actually is!

Majenko's Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Majenko has SR the Beautific One needs to make a caster check to affect him - SR 13

He slinks further into the shadows above in the rafters... waiting for the right opportunity...

Majenko, ignoring Ashe's wishes for him to remain outside the room... flies in under cover of the advancing party using the shadows and corners to hid his presence.

Moving to the roof of the chamber Majenko flutters quietly into the rafter far above near the area over the top of the two massive doors tot he north of the torture chamber... but he is still within his telepathic communication range...

Move Action: Fly 30'ft
Move Action: Fly 30'ft
Stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (19) + 19 = 38

Hearing Mr. Gwenn's urgent mental call... Majenko reiterates his words to all his allies telepathically...

{"Majenko here; Sage-Caster says many-woman fiend is a 'Beatific One', an nasty Lawful and Evil outsider, named an Asura. Many-woman fiend has spell-like abilities, and is very hard to surprised. 'Beatific Ones' hold their prey in complete disdain and offer no quarter and have no honour. They enjoy tripping or disarming prey, battering them with many arm strikes, and using their preys' weapons against them. They fight to the death. They are a minor part of the pantheon of Vudrani deities, master martial artists and skilled with all weapons and in unarmed combat. Very dangerous!!!"}

1d2 ⇒ 2

Seemingly materializing out of the illusory forest /jungle of the Arkona garden... Majenko flutters down to settle upon Ashe's shoulder his tail trashing excitedly as he peers into the darkness his keen pseudodrogon senses sharply looking for the 'guardians' that Galorio claimed to have no control over...

Perception: Take 10! 10 + 6 = 16
Senses : Blindsense 60’ft, Darkvision 60’ft, Low-light Vision, Perception +6

Across the telepathic link Majenko who has been staying 25'ft from the party the whole time {as per Ashe's direction due to the powerful magics a battle with Rakshasa might unleash} under stealth transmits from Ashe to the party...

Majenko moves into the Garden taking good cover under the foilage...

Stealth: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (1) + 23 = 24

{There are two sources of evil next to Elephant statue... Ashe doesn't know what they are.. but he has some time left on the magics on his big sword.. he's going to engage them. He says to take advantage of his distraction!}

Majenko enters the front door and immediately flies to the ceiling seeking to hide among the statuary and artistic displays.. his amethyst colored scales shifting hue to blend in.

Stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (18) + 19 = 37

Majenko pauses at the door perching on the eaves above. When Graxer opens the door to peer inside Majenko stealthily takes flight entering heading down the hallway his draconic senses searching the passageway to the left. He flies to its end and finds a perch.

Stealth: {-5 Move half} 1d20 + 19 - 5 ⇒ (20) + 19 - 5 = 34
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
[ooc]- Senses : Blindsense 60’ft, Darkvision 60’ft, Low-light Vision

Majenko answers telepathically.. somewhat matter-of-factly {Ashe friend loves yellow-haired green-eyed woman... but he has no idea how to make a proper horde for her to nest on to win her as a mate. Majenko tries... but his big human-cave lair has all the shiney's on display... not properly gathered to nest upon. All human's do the same.. their silly like that!}

The little dragon stirs on the entrance of Ebon Wings cracking an eye open to note the source of the two new scents he picks up...

His attention arrested by the second source... one not 'human'... he lifts his head to regard directly the invisible... interloper...

Telepathic ally to all, {Friend Ashe, there is someone invisible in the room that entered... been watching for such as you asked!}

The little dragon's tail-stinger rises the tip twitching eagerly.. but he maintains his perch wings flexing in expectation...

Seeing Graxer anxious to shift.. into a flank, Majenko will strike with his stinger then 5'ft step back to allow the furious dwarf to take up that position flanking with Asherick.

Concealed among the shadows of the roof with his superior flight speed and Majenko swoops down to enter the room...

Move: 55'ft
Stealth: 1d20 + 19 - 5 ⇒ (2) + 19 - 5 = 16
Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

The tiny dragon is a blur of motion... faster than the eye can see espeically int he dim lighting - moving even before Graxer finishes moving toward the nearest foe; he swoops into a flank position his long stinger tail twitching threateningly {the foe that Graxer moves to engage}.

@ Graxer: +2 flank bonus Graxer on your attack from Majenko flanking. So you hit AC 14 instead!

Not waitng for Graxer's blow to land Majenko lashes out with his tail stinger from the shadows suddenly appearing as if from no-where at the hapless Physician...

Attack w/Tail Stinger: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
- Vs Flat-footed AC... but likely still misses.

HssssSSSsss!!!, comes as a threatening challenge from the Tiny dragon!

lol. No that was only to Varrel.. :)

Majeko flutters down from his perch above the door freed from the spell area and lands upon Ashe's shoulder preening his wings and tail of stray strands of webbing from the spell.

He replies to Varrel's mental inquiries, { "Yes, all masked men subdued - Grey Maiden's convinced crimes going on, bringing four more captives to you. Ashe thumped Davaulus unconscious and they have bond him. Short hairy dwarf going to question him... not sure if he's a spellcaster. They want to be careful.. he was invisible int he room. Wizard caught Majenko in Webs... silly transmuter got nasty sticky webs on Majenko's tail and wings. Grrr... sticks to teeth too... " }

Megan... Majenko counts as a tiny flying quadruped... a dragon. His adjusted Carrying Capacities are - {Tiny-Quadraped w/Hands!} Light- 17lbs / Medium- 34lbs/ Heavy- 52lbs/ Drag- 260lbs.

If you think that is strong enough to open a door he does have hands then yes he can open light doors... like a smart cat or dog could.

The little amethyst colored dragon trills a hunting cry of challenge...

His thoughts pouring our with power and clarity, {I go I hunt evil cultist seek passageways and secrets of large man lair...!!!}

With that the Tiny dragon takes flight into the shadowy rafters and his colored scales, though garish in bright light, seem to ripple and shift blending into the shadows as he almost vanishes from sight! Only the faint flutter of his wings is heard as he hunts with aerial supremacy!

Fly: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27
Stealth:{Move 55'ft less than a move} 1d20 + 19 - 5 ⇒ (13) + 19 - 5 = 27
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
* Blindsense 60’ft, Darkvision 60’ft, Low-light Vision
Searching for any other Physicians or Grey Maidens

Move: 55'ft {As all Majenko is doing is moving if he can he will move another 55'ft again not a full move for the -5 to stealth}

Majenko will fly up into the catwalks and will enter the doorway exit from the catwalks to the north searching those rooms he will continue his movement search any and all of the rooms he can reach keeping near the ceiling out of reach of any melee threats...

Majenko flutters away from the large sea creature in response as well see it for how actually large and dangerous the eel is in its motions... his sting startled it but did no appreciable damage.

Hearing Varrel's last directives Majenko does feel that day have been full of action and intrigue and now also feels the call of rest...

So will all speed he flies to Whiteplume Manor to enter the open skylight int he arboretum that Ashe always leaves open from him to enter.

Searching through the Mansions halls he comes to Ashe's room and already the youthful paladin is already asleep in his large ornate four-post bed. His shock-white hair tousled about in his sleep.

The tiny dragon curls up on the pillow next to him sleeping ... and occasionally keeping watch through the night...

[OOC: I'm holding off any further posts until Una can make one so she and Verral can conclude the night's escapade. I have had Ashe's post for the next day done for some time now.. but I don't want to rush the RP.]

Majenko grouses in frustration... he wants so very much to be helpful...

When the Moray Eel snaps at him he hisses and his stingered tail snaps out with deadly accuracy to sting the offending water creature... who probably should have left tiny dragon well enough alone...!

Standard Action: Attack w/Tail Stinger 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
{Tail Stinger} Damage:+ poison 1d3 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0 {2pts Subdual}
Poison {Ex} = Sting – injury; save Fort DC 14; freq. 1/min for 10 min; effect sleep for 1 min; cure 1 save {Fort Save Please!}

Telepathically, { 'Hsss~grumble~!' There is an entrance but there is a metal cage over entrance... not removable and half filled with water.. can't enter. Sorry Uuunnaaaa...~ }

There is a hint of actual apology in his mental tone...

With a flurry of amethyst-colored scaled wings the little dragon is in motion...

{I go! I find secret entrance to hidden lair...!!!}

Majenko glides into the shadows and his skin shifts hue matching the surrounding shadows under the dock pilings searching for the sewer entrance... practically vanishing from sight.

Move: Fly 55'ft {less than full move but more than half}
Stealth: {-5 Movement} 1d20 + 19 - 5 ⇒ (13) + 19 - 5 = 27
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

Majenko peers at the room and the chains holding the large doors closed from the small gap his wings twitching with frustration...

Replying to Una, {Majenko could squeeze in... maybe... but what then? Majenko's teeth not strong enough to chew nasty steel chains.}

There is a odd mental grousing emotions feeling coming from the tiny dragon as he ponders other considerations {...and Ashe made Majenko promise not to do anything 'reckless'...Majenko is NOT reckless! But it not be reckless if smart, pretty, Uuuunnnaaaa... leader ask Majenko to try right! right?}

The little dragon adds hopeful of getting approval for his rationalizing a way around his promise from Una...

{If only Majenko could cast spells... like huge cousin dragons...}

Majenko flutters in the air like a stirring breeze in the shadows completely unseen. Being a tiny creature his body is thin and long and somewhat like a cat his bones are very loose under his supple scaly hide... allowing him to squeeze into places one would not expect such a creature to be able to enter... especially a winged dragon.

[OOC: I've always felt that psuedo-dragons should be small size rather than tiny ...but perhaps they are indeed thin-framed and supple like a winged snake?]

So.. Majenko flutters lower to the ground in aback ally near the warehouse... diligently keeping within 60'ft of Una and Varrel... but seeking a knot hole or rat-hole sized gaps somewhere at the base of the warehouse walls... perhaps near the large set of three double-doors at the back near the loading docks that a tiny creature might gain entry through.

Barring that Majenko, still holding to the shadows, will try to seek out if there is an available chimney on the roof of the warehouse that a tiny 'sneak' might enter through.

Stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (5) + 19 = 24
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Majenko is a little torn between following Ashe on his evening errands... but a smile and a gentle word or two from Ashe sends him following.

{I help! I HELP!! I keep spellcasting elf and scary Uuuuunnaaaa in contact! Majenko adventurer and sneaky too!!!}

Majenko, small though he is, turns out to be quite a fast flyer and keeps up with Varrel's flight path easily and on arrival at the Maiden Hospice... stoops in flight to dive into the night's shadows of the surrounding buildings; his strangely amethyst colored scales shifting to drink in the hues of the surrounding shadows - practically vanishing from sight!

Stealth: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (14) + 19 = 33

But the soft buzz of his thought is still heard by both Una and Varrel as from the shadows the sneaky House-Drake maintains his 60'ft telepathic range with both of them as they move...

All the while he is watching to add his extra senses to cover their approach searching for threats they may not perceive with his own keen Draconic senses!

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Senses: Blindsense 60’ft, Darkvision 60’ft, Low-light Vision

Majenko takes flight from his perch at Ashe's shoulder... his wings eager to get into action... tail thrashing excitedly...

{I go follow evil plotting mantis-murderer... I not be seen... YOU be careful too Ashe... I not be here to guide or speak for you..}

Taking flight the purple dragon flies into the aerial traffic high above of fliting pseudodragons... then angles his path downward his keen eyes seraching for Davalus' party. Then using the roof top and city clutter follows like a shadow.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Stealth: {Fly 50'ft '-5'} 1d20 + 19 - 5 ⇒ (12) + 19 - 5 = 26

Majenko maintains his own slow but stealthy decent...

Swim down another 5'ft... maintaining his stealth...

Swim: {Untrained} 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0

He tries flapping his wings for more speed and maneuverability.. but instead they provide drag and bring hims to a stop... briefly floundering in the water as unlike air it won't get out of the way of his wings...

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

The floundering spoils his view of the river bed as he struggles to get his equilibrium again.

Majenko trills joyfully across his telepathic speech, {Yes! I can help... pretty, smart, U-una! I stay!}

However, its seems Ashe's unheard mental admonishments do indeed make the excitable little dragon begin to proceed more carefully. Cautiously he swims further down another 5'ft total moving stealthily his frantic corkscrew motion gently turning into a very fluid undulation of tail wings and neck almost eel-like. Amazingly, his natural garish amethyst-colored scales shift hue slightly as his natural ability to slightly shift the hue of his scales {part of Pseudo-dragon courting and natural defensive stealth abilities} actually blend into the constant aqua-hue of the waters breaking up his distinct shape in the watery gloom making him hard to keep track of visually...

Stealth: {Move less than Half rate under stealth '-5'} 1d20 + 19 - 5 ⇒ (14) + 19 - 5 = 28

Majenko pans his head back and forth looking for these hostile big 'fish' Ashe keeps warning him about mentally... and incessantly... while trying to move deeper to extend his telepathic speech range for Una, Varrel and the party still onboard the boat.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Majenko slows a little pondering Una's mental words, she can 'almost' hear his characteristic chirp of consternation in his thoughts, {Ashe said something about big fish with teeth but Majenko have teeth too and poison stinger! Never been underwater before though can't breath... and wings not work well... but can breath now! Ashe say I should follow your lead and stay on boat... wait for your return... like you said. He think he knows everything! Majenko fierce! Majenko Dragon! You, U-unaa want Majenko to stay and help?}

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Senses : Blindsense 60’ft, Darkvision 60’ft, Low-light Vision

Without a second thought of caution the amethyst-colored small dragon hissess in excitement and leaps from Ashe's shoulder into the water Thrashing his tail to propel himself down as fast as he can... much to Ashe's shocked disapproval and obvious concern.

Majenko's Swim: {Untrained} 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15

Full Round Action: Movex2 - 15'ft progress {water speed is half normal, and 'winged flight' is useless in water}

Majenko's excited telepathic messages come to Varrel and Una strong and clearly, {I help like real adventurer... I be yes?!! I will keep fighting spellcaster Elf and leader sniper woman in contact!}

Majenko stirs at Ashe's shoulder waking from his cat nap and deciding the prowling paladin is not the best perch.

Noticing the pretty halfling he flutters over to land on the head of her chair to nuzzle her soft chestnut colored hair trying to elicit a scratch in return.

His telepathic voice purring in her mind, {Hello, I'm Majenko... will pretty woman child be part of the adventuring group with Ashe, Elf Varrel and noisy Chatterbeak?}

Majenko fidgets around upon Ashe's shoulder trying to look uninterested in the gold sails but never does at least one of his eyes not remain fixed on the shiny treasure...

He hisses, finally finding justification in his mind {My share of loot as adventurer. I deliver to Kroft... drunken "bird-thing" would get lost anyways...}

He flutters over taking the gold and letter pocketing the gold into the tiny pouches on his adventurer's sash.

Then he takes flight off toward the citadel.

Ashe comments a little chidingly as he leaves, "Pride and Greed are sins of the Runelords to be guarded against..."

Majenko gives the equivalent of a mental shrug { ~~ meh } and sticks his tongue out at Ashe before leaving.

Majenko, snorts derisively at Varrel.

His telepathic thoughts full of offended pride, {I AM Majenko! I be no pet... I be an adventurer! Ashe is my friend and adventuring comrade...}

He wags his stingered tail in wounded dignity hissing impolitely at Varrel though the effect is just not menacing as much as cute and amusing to watch as the little dragon preens proudly.

Majenko's wings stir nervously - the import and concern in Ashe's thoughts clearly stressing the seriousness of this information.

Majenko casts his gaze around looking for Ashe's companions and telepathically sends to each of them, {Ashe wants you all to know fat woman said this - 'This morning she {meaning human girl-child} came up with a fistful of coins and bought herself some, and a stack of bangles. Didn't look well, poor lass, for all her money and delight in spending it. Had a nasty red rash and some blisters all over her face, like an allergic reaction - my sister's husband's brother's son had one like that once after he went running around in the woods and fell foul of some evil five-fingered plant... anyway, after she'd bought her bangles she said she felt a bit punk and was going home. Hope she's all right, poor mite.'

Majenko flies toward the indicated section of the beach and lands stalking about like some tiny caricature of a full dragon. Its almost comical until one notices his stinger and the flex of his wings that indeed he has found a trace... his emotions displayed by the twitch of his tail and the anxiousness of his wings as he takes flight again a clear direction obviously in mind.

He hisses menacingly at his discovery as the hunt begins...!

His thoughts come in waves of excitement, {I find! This way, this way! Young girl went this way!}

Majenko cocks his head at the angry bird pecking at his armored and barded flanks and chirps in amusement... his tail stinger twitching anxiously but not threatening.

When Ashe's request is heard he turns his attention to him and takes flight to seek the young girl's tracks...

His parting thoughts heard by all, {Silly "bird thing"... too drunk to fly probably...}

Majenko flutters about outside still unable to get in his telepathic words calling...

{Yes, yes, Shakhan! There may be fighting, action, combat and shineys! Don't you like to fight?}

Majenko is confused ... don't adventurers seek adventure?

{No, No... Una! Ashe seeks to know who attacks and help protect the city! Do you not want to protect the city?}

At Varrel's words Majenko is perplexed...

{Elf wrong, Ashe not blind he sees fine... not like Majenko whose dragons sense see all! You all strange. I go... tell he fights alone!}

With that Majenko darts off into the night and is at least three blocks away before... he realizes he doesn't know exactly where Ashe was going.

Then pondering he considers that he didn't actually say exactly what Ashe asked him to... but dismisses it as unimportant. The adventurers were not going to come was clear. Maybe they were going to do that long sleep thing they did everyday...? Majenko never really understood that when there was so much to do... he rested several times a day so he could always be ready for all the action.

Ah well... they were not dragons, so he would seek to find what action was going on... he was sure Ashe would not be far from it.

Setting his concentration on his keep senses Majenko fluttered his forked tongue moving from one street to another trying to catch a hint of Ashe's scent on the night's breezes.

He found just the barest whiff and meandered following as quickly as possible... heading down some streets and loosing and back tracking he made his way north. Toward the sounds of the firing city gunnery...

Majenko flies through the evening darkness buffeted by the brief storm's dying winds.

Arriving at Zellara's he does not see if anyone is awake first but immediately begins scratches noisily at the door hissing and telepathically calling out...

{Hytogg! Una! Varrel! Shakhan! Chatter~..beak! Wakeup! The city is under attack!!!}

Still stealthly hiding and following Varrel Majenko sees Vreeg turn on Varrel after the failed slumber hex and begin casting.

Hearing his mental call for help Majenko telepathcially sends to the party...

{Varrel is in danger! He needs help now! The necromancer is casting at him!}

Caught up in the rush of battle Majenko mores to engage as well...

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

Move Action: Move 55'ft while Stealth[-5], flank Vreeg 1d20 + 19 - 5 ⇒ (19) + 19 - 5 = 33
Standard Action: Tail Sting vs Flat-foot if not spotted with flank bonus 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 2 = 11
Damage: 1d2-2{subdual} + Posion 1d2 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0 Take 2 {subdual} Fort Save DC14 - fail {sleep 1 min}

Majenko, maintaining his stealth replies mentally in the affirmative to Varrel.

Then telepathically tells the party, {Varrel says he's going to find out if it is the necromancer around the corner. He says hold for him to describe whats in the room!}

Ashe looks into the room spotting the Derro busy scrubbing the floor ... completely oblivious to their arrival.

He pauses sword loosely hefted ad hesitant, his expression unreadable under his visored full helm.

Then Majenko telepathically transmits, {Verrel, Ashe wants to know if you can slumber hex the Derro... he does not want to just slay it out of hand. Such cold-hearted killing sickens his heart - especially when the foe is almost helpless. He wants to bind it, blind fold it and gag it so it will not be any trouble while we search the rest of the lair.}

Majenko flutters down to perch on Ashe's shoulder, but his wings rustle and tail thrashes uncomfortably as he is not pleased to be within reach of the Otyugh that he still does not trust.

He searches but only cursory - keeping the Otyugh ever in his line of sight...

Perception: Take 10! 10 + 6 = 16

Majenko flutters almost silently up into the dark recesses of the roof of the chamber 'hearing' Una's words he replies Telepathicly, {'Ok. I not go far. Up into the not-cave ceiling where beasty not see or reach me... I am cunning...!'}

Watching the creature Majenko telepathiclly reports to everyone, {'Ehck!! Smells bad... nasty carrion eater...long tentacles might be able to reach even if far away... keep distance, else get munched!'}

His mental grumbling reveals his disgust of the creature...

Majenko will stick to the shadows and move closer keeping near the ceiling and try to get a look at whatever the 'alive' thing is.

Move Action: Move 55'ft {or only as much as needed enough to see alive creature}
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
[Senses: Blindsense 60’ft, Darkvision 60’ft, Low-light Vision, Scent]
Stealth: 1d20 + 19 - 5 ⇒ (18) + 19 - 5 = 32

Majenko ever-exuberent flutters up to the roof going into stealth movement heads down the southern passage that Ashe is scanning.

His thoughts projecting back to the party, {'I'll scout find if more dangerous stirges or blue evil Derro lurk beyond...'}

Move: 55'ft
Stealth: 1d20 + 19 - 5 ⇒ (20) + 19 - 5 = 34
[Senses: Blindsense 60’ft, Darkvision 60’ft, Low-light Vision, Scent]
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Majenko hisses aggressively at the Stirge corpses then flutters cheerily around the chamber, {'I search! I search to!! Help find shiny's!!!'}

Perception: Take 10! 10 + 6 = 16

Around the room rapidly looking in all the nooks and crannies he can spot... Majenko also lends his keen senses to the effort. But his rapid movement and cheery disposition make his searches only cursory...

The Pseudo-dragon trills a crooning chirp of joy his thoughts broadcast to all, {"Shinys! Shinys for all... ! New shinys for Majenko and Ashe - so he can attract <Term> [not translatable but means 'bright-scaled'] Trina potential mate! Now if only Majenko can show Ashe how to correctly horde his shinys for a proper nest..."}

Majenko flutters his wings slightly from his perch... in excitement and eager antisipation...

Majenko flutters about a few more seconds before settling upon a perch on the back of the heavy chair. His stingered tail wraps around the chair-back holding his balance as he proudly positions himself, wings spread he takes a posse. His boiled leather barding plates rustling slightly as he shifts his weight. The buckles on his adventurer's belt and armor shining in the dim office candle-light. Something that Ashe made sure of considering Majenko's love of 'shiny things'...

Majenko's telepathic words chime in, {"Big city of man beings full of mean people..."} he casts a unreadable gaze Una's direction but continues {"... but Trina is not mean and is no liar... Cleric d'Bear said Goddess says so! Show letter elf... show, show!!}

Majenko follows the heroes in and remains silent but restless fluttering from one perch to another.

Mostly trying to counts the many little skulls on 'Thousand-Bones' regalia.

When Marshal Kroft mentions Trina his thought chime in, {"Yes, Yes... heroes found innocent lovely-eyed Trina! Marshal give shiny's for heroes horde like she promised?"}

The Amethyst-colored dragon perched upon one of the Gothic flying buttresses within the fortress/temple and watched with some curiosity the tender embrace of Ashe and Trina casting his gaze between the couple and the rest of Ashe's companions... trying to make sense of the 'courting' decorum of humanoids... and not really making much sense of the whole affair.

Yet Ashe was not singing and preening his scales and wings to show off their vibrant color... hmmm... humanoids did not have scales or wings to show off to a potential mate... as Majenko would do...

Nor was Ashe taking Trina to his nest to show his certainly neatly arranged nest and horde... scattered as it was...

{So confusing!}

So Majenko watched briefly as Ashe and Trina took a seat in the private niche and talked softly - eyes intently looked upon each other and expressions ... strange ....

Majenko had real trouble reading the multitudinous array of expressions humanoids made... no proper tail twitches or wing fluttering or even subtle scale color changes to read... that all dragons used and clearly understood.

He got bored quickly. Even flying in the heavy rain would hopefully be more interesting...

Thinking at Ashe, {I'll go with Chatterbox and see what the others do... when they talk with the Kroft.}

Swiftly he took flight catching up with the party following along fluttering excitedly in the air above them... quiet... but eager to do and see something interesting...

Majenko follows Chatterbox dutifully, keeping pace with the feathered companion.

He is still pondering Ashe's words about not 'Returning Hurtful words for hurtful words...', and simply contents himself being ready to quietly be available to assist... if needed. Not exactly sure what to make of the arguments that erupted and then so quickly were disarmed and ended by Ashe's reserve... even though very little {to him, at least}, was resolved.

{'Humans are just strange'} was the only conclusion he could come to.

The sudden downpour of rain was accepted... Majenko's leather wing caring little for wet or dry... but it did make his senses dull for the air around him was full of falling drops of water making his natural preternaturally acute senses and Blind-sense fuzzy... which was an annoyance.

Quickly he sought to return to Ashe and hopefully the dry...less cluttered air-space of inside a building.