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Message: <blockquote data-quote="El Jefe" data-source="post: 2219461" data-attributes="member: 19990">"Ah, Iggy", grinned Oirhandir as he playfully tousled the halfling's hair.  He stooped to put his face more on a level with the little wizard's."'Tis not you or I who have earned this rest, but our companion Rogier.  Mighty are his limbs, but work such as that tires even a one such as he.  Besides", he confided, "I might run through all my spells mending the tears in this rope, and be ready for some rest myself."Oirhandir was every bit as fascinated with the little dragon's carcass as the wizard, and he studied it as they walked.  It gave him an odd sensation when he touched it, as if it wasn't really dead.  He thought of tales he'd heard as a child, tales half told and then mysteriously ended before they were complete.  "Surely I couldn't be related to something like that", he thought to himself.  No elf he knew would abide such an abomination, let alone--no, that was unthinkable.  But hadn't the tales been populated with good dragons, too?  Dragons as magnificent and radiant as this little pup was foul?  Oirhandir was lost in his throughts as the group made their way back to camp.</blockquote>