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<blockquote data-quote="Ambrus" data-source="post: 3764290" data-attributes="member: 17691">The small maroon dragon quickly gathers up the discarded items on the roof, deftly tucking the quarrels and short sword into the cylindrical leather case between his wings; the vial he keeps in claw. Hearing the voices of the half-orc and some other male calling out to it, Vorastrix pads over to the edge of the roof to investigate. Snaking its sinuous neck over the edge, Vorastrix peers down with its dark-goggled head at the assembly below. A human had an arrow trained on the dragon's position and the boisterous half-orc was hefting some kind wooden door defensively while demanding a response of some sort. The maroon dragon cocks its saurian head back and forth curiously while examining the pair, wondering if they posed enough of a threat that the drakeling should flee or not. The puzzling battle certainly seemed to have riled them up.Briefly tasting the air with its tongue, Vorastrix tries addressing the brutes in Chodathan. &quot;I've only just arrived here. Your parade and battle caught my attention. I don't know what you're all fighting about, and don't care to involve myself in it. Sorry. I'm just passing through.&quot; Then, as the half-orc shifts the heavy door he's holding up, Vorastrix spots it: the mark of the wyrm Llorranos Fyr on the brute's exposed shoulder. Uncertain that it's seeing what it believes it's seeing, the small maroon dragon reaches up and deftly pulls its goggles up onto the top of its head and peers down intently at the half-orc with its burning amber eyes.OOC: Is the sword hilt just a hilt or is there an intact blade attached to it?</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Ambrus, post: 3764290, member: 17691"] The small maroon dragon quickly gathers up the discarded items on the roof, deftly tucking the quarrels and short sword into the cylindrical leather case between his wings; the vial he keeps in claw. Hearing the voices of the half-orc and some other male calling out to it, Vorastrix pads over to the edge of the roof to investigate. Snaking its sinuous neck over the edge, Vorastrix peers down with its dark-goggled head at the assembly below. A human had an arrow trained on the dragon's position and the boisterous half-orc was hefting some kind wooden door defensively while demanding a response of some sort. The maroon dragon cocks its saurian head back and forth curiously while examining the pair, wondering if they posed enough of a threat that the drakeling should flee or not. The puzzling battle certainly seemed to have riled them up. Briefly tasting the air with its tongue, Vorastrix tries addressing the brutes in Chodathan. [COLOR=DarkRed][I][B]"I've only just arrived here. Your parade and battle caught my attention. I don't know what you're all fighting about, and don't care to involve myself in it. Sorry. I'm just passing through."[/B][/I][/COLOR] Then, as the half-orc shifts the heavy door he's holding up, Vorastrix spots it: the mark of the wyrm Llorranos Fyr on the brute's exposed shoulder. Uncertain that it's seeing what it believes it's seeing, the small maroon dragon reaches up and deftly pulls its goggles up onto the top of its head and peers down intently at the half-orc with its burning amber eyes. [COLOR=Gray]OOC: Is the sword hilt just a hilt or is there an intact blade attached to it?[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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