Terra looked about the group, a seriousness to her expression. "I will give you all some time. Choosing to anger the dragons- all the dragons, even to save them, is a hefty burden. Choosing to die in return for breaking their law, is a hefty burden many aren't ready to face. Take the time to consider your futures. The threat won't vanish if we take an hour to choose our fates. And I doubt our prophetic messenger would of called us here today if he wasn't sure we wouldn't arrive too late to change the future." Terra smiled - knowing a little of a prophets curse. Though in her case the gifts she held we're the darkness of her demons past. "I'd like to pray as well, before we go. It seems only fair the gods know what's happening. And my own choice in the matter. Tomorrow I might not be a paladin."<br/><br/>Taking steps, Terra let her curiosity rugged her through the house. She had never been inside a dragons lair before. So she let her fingers run over the textures. Her eyes scanned the books. Her feathered wings fluttered as she felt the sensations, meandering her way carelessly through. She enjoyed it- curiously seeking out nothing in particular, just enjoying what she might find.<br/><br/>Quietly, Terra prayed aloud.<em> "Aleria, you've always appreciated a hard days work. Which is good, because I'm going to be working very hard to protect our world. Then I might get to meet you. Because I'm going to Dragonfall. The place where dragons go to die. There is a darkness inside, or so I'm told. We have to go fight it, to stop it before - before all the old dragons have their graves defiled and some great evil arises. An army of undead dragons is what I imagine. Though I don't know the truth. I hope it's nothing. Worse than my imaginings. But a gold dragon prophet believes in us- so perhaps we have a chance to save everyone." Terry's voice grew a little higher- a little more worrisome. "But I have a favour to ask of you Aleria. I'm told draconian law states all mortals who go to Dragonfall are to be killed. So before we are done, I intend to trespass into the heart of their sacred grounds. And when that time comes, I won't run from my fate. I can hope for the draconian gods forgiveness- perhaps enough so I can rest in peace. Or even, a resurrection once my sentence is executed. They might even find way to exempt us from the laws- make us not mortals or some fantasy. But most likely, I will die with peace in my heart. And that's why I must ask a favor- my dear friend, this demon that is bound to my skin. When I die, well I don't know. I can imagine the dragons won't be pleased by her nature. And I can imagine the fates have dark desires for her future. But perhaps, perhaps you can help her. I just, I just don't want her left alone. And she should have a friend. And maybe, maybe you can do a better job than I about helping her dark nature. Maybe you can find someone else to carry her burden, until she truly learns a better path."<br/><br/>"Sorry to burden you with my burden. But I can't not do this- you wouldn't bless me so if I could. Hopefully you and the dragons can forgive my trespass, so the next time we meet, we can just smile."</em><br/><br/><br/>Terra laughed as the feeling flooded her mind. Her voice flooded back through the Dragon's lair- lyrical and bright as ever. "I promised I would look after you. And I shall. Even if I have to beg to Aleria at the entrance to her endless fields, to be your saviour. I will try to ensure your eternity is something more than the depths of the Abyss. You have taught me so much, I can't ever repay you enough. But maybe I can ask my Aleria to find some way to try!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">O.O.C.</div><div class="spoiler_body">OOC: Perception 23 or 25 in dim light. Not looking for anything in particular but unusual items, textures and curious books in Abyssal, Celestial or Common would be the key elements. And well, any feelings from Aleria and Terra's demon.</div></div>