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[scaledeep]

Who: Everyone
When: Day 87, early evening
Where: Level 3 doorway
What: your guess is as good as anyone's

[Aside from the puppies, there's another new creature that you may see zip by in a firey red blur. What... what the crap is that? It looks like a funnel of fire with a giant nose and 10 gangly arms. Maybe it's all one giant fanged angry nose that is perpetually on fire? Whatever it is, it's fast, and the size of a moss lion.

Well, it seems to be flying around looking around for something, checking every room that's open, making various loud, distressed chirping and trilling noises. It finally chirps in triumph at the injured, mismatched half-dragon guy climbing back into the base at level 3. BARREL ROLLS OF TRIUMPH.]

Pyron?... Don't tell me you died too.

Comments

[inhiselement]

I have no need of money- not to mention that any money you would have would probably be worthless where I am from.

[scaledeep]

... ....

If you try anything funny, I'll rip your head off. Understand?

[inhiselement]

[/mental sigh]

Indeed, Mister...?

[scaledeep]

. . . Darc.

[inhiselement]

Mr. Darc then.

[looking you over because, well I have nothing better to do and I pity the new people]

[scaledeep]

[he seems rather tense, like a nervous animal, or an exhausted one, or both. The scales seem integrated with his skin where they meet, but they cut just as well as normal (and he bleeds red!) - though you can see they grow back too, what with the layers upon layers of scars. He has been sliced up repeatedly, all over. How'd he even live?

Body is young and in shape though, aside from that?? Boy is ripped.

He frowns after a minute...]

You're not going to cast?

[inhiselement]

[raising an eyebrow as he inspects]

You don't seem to have anything broken although I do want to get these cuts cleaned as soon as possible. It may be quicker to go through Dellen. [speaking half to himself]

How do you feel? [hands him the bottle of water]

[scaledeep]

[?? stares at it. when he parses it's being given to him he takes it, then vaguely squeezes it a few times.]

I feel weak. What is... this clear container? And I don't know what you mean, clean cuts.