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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ambrus" data-source="post: 3023022" data-attributes="member: 17691">Vorastrix makes his way from the wide boulevards of the Lady's Ward along the curving torus back into the smog choked Lower Ward. The small platinum scaled wyrm darts through the streets, running on all fours through the crowds of grime covered craftsmen and leaping over rust colored puddles as he backtracks to the Friendly Wayfarer. Arriving at the familiar building in the early evening, Vor hops over the threshold and wipes his claws on the straw mat before leaping up onto the corner of the bar and greeting the staff. From his perch Vor peers around the place to see if his newfound friends are there yet. Although he fancied himself a dragon, like his kobold kinfold Vorastrix didn't feel entirely comfortable on his own. He much preferred to find himself in a group of trusted friends with similar aims. Since having left the security of his party back in Faerün, Vor had been doing his utmost to find allies. He wasn't certain if this group had enough cohesion to stick together yet, but he could hope and try his best to make it work. The uncertainty of the situation made Vor nervous. Idly the small wyrm turns his head and begins to scratch the scales along his right flank with the tip of a golden horn.</blockquote>