*Very slowly a blue, iridescent-winged, lithe little dragon flies out of its hidey-hole. It's eyes are a brilliant violet, tinged with gold, huge and luminous. They're full of sadness at the little faerie dragon looks at the assembled rebels.*Nac Mac Feegle said:*Eleth carefully nocks an arrow to his bow before speaking.*
"Come out where we can see you little one, no tricks now."
OOC: If the dragon tries to flee Eleth will take -4 to deal subdual damage with his bow if possible.