*The faerie dragon wolfs down Alyshia's food with excellent appetite, supporting its story. It's large eyes look at the others, taking everything in. It eyes Gortag's shiny armor, but a growl from the half-orc quickly sends the dragon's glance elseware. When it is finished, it sits up on its haunches and uses its dextrous little claw-hands to help illustrate its story.*
"The green, he goes by Falxan Zirkovix, the 'Emerald Scepter,' pompus silly that he is. He is the king of my home, the Forest of Yill's Stand. Pretty place, with pretty people that live in the woods. They treated me nicely, gave me fruit and flowers and honey. And I wanted pretty things. I can make pretty lights, just by willing it so, and I wanted someone else to make the pretty lights for me. So I found one of my favorite pretty girls and taught her, but then she showed her mother, and her brother saw, and her brother told the green, and then the green's little soldiers chased me down here and I got lost," the faerie dragon concludes.
*The little creature seems mostly harmless, and you don't get the impression that he's lying. It's more like he's just a selfish, witless little twit. Which is typical of faerie dragons. The Forest of Yill's Stand probably isn't too far away, above ground. You'd probably have to double-check some maps though.*
*Then the little creature seems to be thinking very hard of something.*
"Oh," it says in a rather offhand manner, "I think the little soldiers were still following me."
