The forest is quiet, as if the life within had drained away. Every few moments you hear the giggling of children, but not as loud as when you heard the roar. The journey only takes a few moments through dense brush and you arrive in a small clearing. Before stands a reptilian creature with four massive legs with two great wings rising from its back. Its eyes show an intellect behind them and its scales a verdant green. Its breast bleeds profusely and it fore limbs and one wing are badly mangled. It speaks in a few polysylabic words that are at once fluid and gruff.
Farsis, Diego, and Rune:
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"So do you come to torment me as well? Well, come on then, finish a wounded dragon."
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