A Tale of Two Dragons

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Faelar lets out a sigh of relief as he arrives outside of Relkath's Foot, on the grassy knoll overlooking the city he liked to lounge around at. There was always a slight chance of error in teleporting, but they had arrived safely. The sight and scent of the Yuirwood invigorates Faelar. This is his home.

Responding to Penthar's question, Faelar says "Yes, my friend Four-fingers Ben has stables in Relkath's Foot, I'm sure he can supply us with all manner of mounts, if that's how we want to travel. Shall we purchase mounts then?"

 

[Krug]

"If mounts it has to be," sighs Brak. He hated riding, unsure why humans enjoyed it so much. He prefered it when his feet were in contact with the hard ground.

 

[Harvey]

Penthar Danadin, Aglarondan Griffonrider

"Well, I have my own mount, but for the others..." Penthar turns to the half-dragon "unless, of course, you wish to join me in the sky?"

Penthar mounts Regalclaw, and the two prepare to follow Faelar and the rest to Four-Fingers' stable.

 

[WampusCat43]

Nick stumbled around, disoriented, while this exchange took place. Although he understood what had happened, he'd never been exposed to these forces before. After a moment, though, he shook his head several times and smiled. "Horses, certainly. Fine animals, fine..." His voice trailed off and he docilely followed the rest.

 

[Lefferts]

Zithran nods his assent to horses, leaving the decision making to those that know the area.

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Umm... what are you waiting for now?

 

[WampusCat43]

"To Relkath's Foot, then." Nick said, pointing to the only member of the party with any local knowledge. "You shall have to lead the way."

 

[Lefferts]

Zithran starts walking in whatever direction the stables are in.

 

[Krug]

Brak follows behind, humming a dwarven mining tune to himself.

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

"To Relkath's Foot, then." Nick said, pointing to the only member of the party with any local knowledge. "You shall have to lead the way."

Faelar nods and looks around the clearing, smiling as the memories of his home come flooding back. Without a moment's thought, he sets off in the direction of Relkath's Foot, which is generally west east of the current location.

The walk is a relatively short one, the sun has barely moved from its position when the group left the clearing. Apparently at their destination, Faelar motions for the group to stop a moment. Hands to his mouth, he shouts out a bird-like call to the seemingly empty woods. Almost immediately, the call is echoed back, though from directly above. Looking up, each member of the group can see a long rope ladder descending from an unseen source. A half-elf slides quickly down the ladder and greets Faelar with a bow, which Faelar, of course, returns. The half-elf smiles and nods to Faelar and the rest, gesturing silently that they should continue on their way. Wordlessly, the visitor climbs quickly back up the ladder to his invisible perch in the trees.

Faelar leads the group further west, guides them through an area of very thick and thorny underbrush by way of a well hidden trail, and finally arrives at the Green Man, one of two local inns at Relkath's Foot. Satisfied, Faelar enters the inn and has a short conversation with the keeper. Shortly after he informs the party that the Green Man will happily provide them with equine transportation to Velprintalar, for the small fee of 15 silver per horse.