The avatar paused, and then checked the arrow, carefully going over the weapon for residue from the attacker. Not likely, nor much left even if there had been, but it was a Clue. The avatar waved down two nearby guards, and explained that it had been tracking the culprit of the explosion of the Archdragon's temple, and its magic had led it here. He pointed out the body, so it could be identified if possible, and given services since the person had been a mere enspelled pawn. It answered what questions it could, admitting that it was going to take the murder weapon with it to try and figure out who had shot it, before heading back to the lab.<br/><br/>Draiss paused, and then burst out laughing.<em>Well, I am currently based in Brindol and Drellin's Ferry, and my Fane is not too terribly far from here as the dragon flies. You grandfather mentioned that the chromatics in these here hills would get pushed out in a century or less, so I decided it would be polite to come and warn the resident metallics that things might get a bit hairy pretty quick and with little warning. I didn't realize that you were the eldest resident dragon, currently. May we come in? I have Vorela and Ranprindian, two gold dragonesses in my care, with me, mostly to make sure I don't get into trouble. I have a talent for it, it seems.</em>