<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=90902.msg3998853#msg3998853">Quote from: ff on 10-12-2010, 23:50:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The redhead smiled and blushed very slightly, favoring Arivel's compliment with a shallow shadow of a curtsy (she had not nearly enough skirt for an actual one, so it largely consisted of dipping her head and bowing her mostly bare legs briefly). "Our gracious thanks; perhaps later, then, you might offer us greater guidance on how to please the gods with such displays or uses of their handwork."<br/><br/>"You may well be wise that we ought spent a night or so to rejuvenate ere moving on to find other, shall we say, endeavors which are not beyond our own ken. Ofttimes have the Huntsilver patriarchs been backers of or other endeavors, and we have stayed at their country home hereabouts when the family themselves are not home. Not the more important members of the family, or stricter of their house staff, at any rate." She smiled at the man. "It can get crowded otherwise, we might have to go double."<br/><br/>Her twin laughed lightly and added, "Or triple."<br/><br/>"So it is!" the dark-haired man swept an arm ceilingwards, nodding to he and Randal, "I should feign ignore the medical recommendations of a priest such as ye."<br/><br/>When the quiet, coal-gray-black garbed redhead moved towards the seated blonde, he waved her with a gauntleted hand and grumbled, "I'm'a rising, I'm'a'rising." He cast another healing spell upon himself, and rose with fine posture and balance now, refusing the redhead's arm.<br/><br/>His shorter, more garrulous compatriot seemed eager to answer Randal and Arivel, "There exists no offered reward that I know, more's the pity, but then again we weren't asking around in Arabel about any <em>green</em> dragon, so perhaps some highnose or even Lady Lord Winter," he referred to the leader of Eveningstar, whom it was nigh impossible to stay long in the town without having heard of in passing, "Has in fact offered some reward. I have also heard that the hide of any dragon fetches a princely price, for the crafting of shields and armor. I suppose you might ask around town if you feel the mettle and courage to try where we failed. Either way, the beast was beyond us, and is all yours if inclined! And dragons being dragons, one might dare hope it has a hoard which is reward enough, hey?" He gestured for his companions and any who desired to follow, caught one of the front doors with his foot as some town tanner came in through it, and gesticulated enthusiastically in an over-the-head wave in his own direction as he danced down the outdoor stairs. "Long and wide as a greathouse it was! Why-"<br/><br/>The dark-garbed redhead, following alongside the slow-moving but steady blonde armored man, shook her head and snickered slightly. The flamboyant fellow hastily corrected himself, "Well, I suppose its body proper was no larger than that of the stronger horses you can imagine clopping along underneath a Purple Dragon Knight. Rather lean and feline, in fact. But its wingspan made it seem several times over that, so to its snout-to-tail-tip, as if flew overhead. Once it landed, it struck with all four of those extremities, and both foreclaws besides. Although it never breathed upon us, it did, when first it demanded its tithe, seem to melt or corrode several streets with a breathed blast of liquid to drove home the point. Save for the illusory or transmutive disguise as a copper-scaled dragon which it let fall, I saw it use no magic, but am given to understand that some wyrms do?"<br/><br/>The same redhead who'd referenced 'magical erudition' nodded with a sour twist of her usually-pert lips. " 'Twas part of our reasons for seeking it!"<br/><br/>The man continued, "Our information in Arabel indicated it laired in the foothills of the Stormhorn range to the north, and from samesaid loose-tongues in that ever-rebellious city I availed myself of landmarks enough to lead one right to it, which I don't mind jotting down. Curse me not if the talk turns up bum, though; those yappers didn't even get the color of its scales right!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The Redhead recieved a smile and a wink, as Arivel chuckled.<br/><br/>"I believe I could be of assistance there. Why, two or three such ideas spring to mind immedietely."<br/><br/>As the talkative fellow spoke, Arivel nodded. Arivel claimed no great understanding of the Wyrms himself, but it fit what he knew. A smaller Dragon, apparently. Arivel was curious what had brought it here. Perhaps a stronger rival had contested it elsewhere. Either way, it would need to be taken care of. He'd have to ask around, see if anyone was up to it. Of course, that was for later.<br/><br/>"For now, I suggest we retire to some place with more seats, drinks, and less pilgrims to the Morninglord for us to disturb."