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Sovereigns & Aces
Lantern Lodge
Female Lizardfolk (Poisondusk) Witch (Hedge Witch)/5 (Blacksnake)

Sarazra bows to the company,

Draconic:
"Until we See each other again. I have matters to attend to."
then she disappears into the dock tower's entrance.
Sovereigns & Aces
Lantern Lodge
Female Lizardfolk (Poisondusk) Witch (Hedge Witch)/5 (Blacksnake)

Sarazra looks at the human and spits upon the table. "Ssifisv onureth aurix-hesjing..."

Draconic:
"Sleep beneath golden-waters... I owe you nothing, and have no interest in play. The stars are in place, I cannot make you grasp for them or reach them."
Sovereigns & Aces
Lantern Lodge
Female Lizardfolk (Poisondusk) Witch (Hedge Witch)/5 (Blacksnake)

Sarazra looks up at the elf-maid.

Draconic:
"I confess, Moon-Gifted, I do not claim to know the Prophecy in any full measure... I have only studied for years, there are great wyrms who have studied the stars since before pink-skinned walked this realm. However, the fragment I have been chasing contains these words... Blood awash their gilded wake, when the warriors fly the drake. I cannot with certainty, tell you its meaning, that is for you to discover."
Sovereigns & Aces
Lantern Lodge
Female Lizardfolk (Poisondusk) Witch (Hedge Witch)/5 (Blacksnake)

There is a hissing sound, either from the lizardfolk, her viper, or perhaps both. She looks up at Chierak.

Goblin:
"Atchot, ghaal'dar'chib. You owe the golin a coin."
She winks.

Draconic:
"If you have questions, ask them of me and I will answer."
Sovereigns & Aces
Lantern Lodge
Female Lizardfolk (Poisondusk) Witch (Hedge Witch)/5 (Blacksnake)

Drawing back her hood, you can finally see that the figure is very small female dark-scaled lizardfolk. A black and green snake coils around her neck. She speaks, low and well placed words. She closes her eyes as she recites something in the tongue of wyrms.

Draconic:
"Yes, Chosen One. Blood of Siberys and Khyber's heart, to travel Eberron this group departs. Unlikely friends in times of need, to carry out the foretold deed.... These are the faces I glimpsed in the stars."

Opening her eyes, they fall on each of you.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 15