"Well. That was educational. Your story checks out. As promised, here is a map. Or more accurately a device that will help you find your location no matter where you are. That was easier than a map, to be honest," she said, handing one of the small crystals to Mazia. "And this is an invitation to tea for your leader at his earliest convenience, which coincidentally will happen to be tomorrow at two," she said, handing the other small crystal to Zanthos. "You are both free to go."
pauses, a moment.""At his earliest convince" will Probobly, happen to be a lot earlier then tomorrow, even if tea has to wait until tomorrow. Considring Havel is Probobly going to call us back with his armor long before we fly back. And once he finds out what we were up to, he'll likley teleport here in a hurry with elegy. Havel's a lot of things, but..."
zanthos rolls his eyes.
"... Patient isn't really one of them. Timing, however, is always just a little too late to actuslly prevent problems. Hoo. We're going to get an earful for this."
zanthos gets teleported away.
Mazia chuckles."Scan away. Not like I can stop you."
Unless "basic medical data" includes a detailed DNA scan, mazia seems to be something of a humanoid dragon- but aside from posturing and hand structure, mazia seems to be a farely normal black dragon- until his mind is touched. Mazia's memories contain a sprawling mess of horrible deeds, crimes planned, countless thiveres, and a few murders- all done by a halfling. There's a turning point, in the memories, though- the halfling meeting What seems to be a part white drsgon- from there, the halfling grows more and more draconic through the scattered memories, and the crimes become less and less frequent.
zanthos simply snorts, and doesn't say anything.
Zanthos isn't actuslly a blue dragon at all: he seems closer to a water elemental crossed with a dragon then any one sort of dragon. the fins he has aren't just some odd mutation- he just isn't actually a chromatic dragon. The only trace of anything else is in his front legs- namely that his front legs still end in things that vaugely resemble clawed human hands.
Zanthos was a pirate, of sorts- but throught the memories, he's reluctant, always "missing" when it came time to do a lot of the dirty work. In fact, the only people he kills in his memories are his own crewmates. And kill them he does- because there's a rather sudden shift in his memory- meeting what seems to be a strange half-drsgon, that shines of all colors of the rainbow, before the very next memory being the ship being sank by a giant finned dragon with numerous tentacles. After that, there's barely any transition- zanthos goes from being human to dragon in a matter of weeks.
lots of dragon rambling:
after Ryleh leaves the room...
"Well. That was fainciating."
mazia grins, and zanthos tilts his head.
"What are you churning in thst head of yours now?"
mazia laughs a bit.
"Have I ever been known to let information slip accidentally? Let me put it plainly, so you can understand. I'm learning. I'm watching how she reacts. In the end, I want to learn everything about dragons. Not just thier flattering aspects. I want to see them when thy're annoyed. Barely tolerating somone. Dealing with somone who's egging them on, giving out enough information to count as "cooperation" but in the slowest, most painfully drawn out way possible. If I just told her everything, it would Probobly already be over by now. Worst case, Havel and elegy evacuate and revive the crew. But this way? I get to see her longer, and see what she thinks... Or at least, what she shows.And if I refused to cooperate, she'd just figure it out herself."
zanthos starts to say something, but mazia intterupts.
"And yes. I have already learned something. I need to get much, much better at this. The way she handled things was impressive, and not too bad at trying to tear at somone's heartstrings, in some ways. I've got to get better. After all. If there is one thing I know, it's that for those with enough money, death is meaningless... But breaking somone mentally? Priceless."
zanthos finally gets a word in edgewise.
"How would you know what it takes to pull heartstrings, lacking one yourself?"
mazia just smiles.
"we're locals- born here on agarthia."
"What brings us here? We were literally just flying over!"
"My my? Polite, are we?" mazia still seems... Unimpressed. Disinterested. Zanthos on the other hand is far less happy, clearly irritable at being bound- abruptly growing tentalces that pry at the bindings in irritation. "I mean, clearly, running into random strangers and binding them for no apparent reason? Wonderful, and so very... Typical, really. Alright, fine. So, I'm mazia, and this is Zanthos. I'll not be saying where, right off the bat, becuase frankly, you look like the kind of person that could break my home, and everyone there. Pity, Havel would love to meet you. Now. Can we undo these bindings and have a less... Hostile chat, please?"
zanthos, on the other hand, is practically worked into a froth.
nither of the two seem the least bit intimidated. The blue one speaks up
a small black dragon and a much larger blue dragon (with fins) fly over Avalon academy.