Seeing that the threatening archer has finally relaxed his threatening posture, Vorastrix relaxes somewhat itself. It seemed the tense standoff was essentially over and the culprits securely restrained. Already, the various people involved were turning to one another or the newly identified lord to discuss various matters more quietly amongst themselves.
Straining to hear snippets of conversation over forty feet below, the drakeling hops up onto the edge of the roof while snaking its neck back and forth, tasting the air with its tongue. Feeling the wind with its wings, the maroon dragon calmly launches itself off the parapet and begins circling down to land twenty feet above the street on an unoccupied window sill of the same building.Yet uncertain how's it's come to earn a place at an official function, Vorastrix remains pleased and intrigued by the young lord's odd invitation.
>>"These two will face my inquisitor. And justice will be meted out to those responsible."
Eager to be seen to be helping in some way, Vorastrix pulls the halfling's broken bolt from the cylindrical leather case between its wings and, along with the discarded vial clutched in its claw, releases the objects so that they float suspended in the air before it by means of its magic. "Your Lordship, the halfling dropped these behind on the roof before he fell. Perhaps your inquisitor would like to ask him about them?" The goggled drakeling directs the objects to slowly float through the air towards the mounted lord.
