I was rather uncomfortable as we got a mixture of looks from the locals. Some seemed rather suspicious of a Drake following a rag-tag group of adventurers, others were likely more concerned about the state of their stronghold following the recent migration of our villagers. Probably because we'd be nomads settling in their city, offering little considering the task we had at hand - don't stop the dust, don't have a place to stay. It was definitely weird having the world look down at us as if we were different from the others, when in reality we were probably just another group of blokes with weapons and spells.
We passed through a brief crowd of carts and odd travellers. They looked full of annoyed and concerned passengers (our villagers actually), rails buckling under the weight of old bags and square-shaped packages. Presumably these guys were paranoid of the grey dust slowly besetting the stronghold, convinced they had to leave and try to outrun the dust. Where would they go? How should I know, I'm just a gambler. Either way, they galloped off to the sounds of cart wheels rattling against the cobblestone roads, laid by ancient humans for all to use. Our party passed through where the cart used to block, striding towards the concerned dragon mother on the other side. She seemed to have abnormally short claws, possibly chewed off now that I think about it. "Hey, lady!"
I raised an eyebrow at the dragon's frustrations as she lashed out towards Robert, almost mad from the loss of her baby. I didn't expect such as response from what was once thought to be a wise race. Oh well, there are always those weird ones. "..." I stayed silent as Dorisma glared and placed the egg on its side. Deravan tried to calm the dragon down, but it seemed as if she was already beginning to settle down upon the sight of her egg. "Lady, we saved your egg and your precious child. I'd like to imply some sort of reward or payment."
We passed through a brief crowd of carts and odd travellers. They looked full of annoyed and concerned passengers (our villagers actually), rails buckling under the weight of old bags and square-shaped packages. Presumably these guys were paranoid of the grey dust slowly besetting the stronghold, convinced they had to leave and try to outrun the dust. Where would they go? How should I know, I'm just a gambler. Either way, they galloped off to the sounds of cart wheels rattling against the cobblestone roads, laid by ancient humans for all to use. Our party passed through where the cart used to block, striding towards the concerned dragon mother on the other side. She seemed to have abnormally short claws, possibly chewed off now that I think about it. "Hey, lady!"
I raised an eyebrow at the dragon's frustrations as she lashed out towards Robert, almost mad from the loss of her baby. I didn't expect such as response from what was once thought to be a wise race. Oh well, there are always those weird ones. "..." I stayed silent as Dorisma glared and placed the egg on its side. Deravan tried to calm the dragon down, but it seemed as if she was already beginning to settle down upon the sight of her egg. "Lady, we saved your egg and your precious child. I'd like to imply some sort of reward or payment."