Gameplay - The Dragon Who Took Too Little

The name Albionii isn't well known. Hasan as a local has heard the name as referring to some kind of hermits.

"Agreed, I dare say I could even contribute to this next story myself." With a decision made Ruby packs up her supplies and put on her travelling boots.

"I think i've heard of them once, but not much is known"

Valinar is about to regale everyone with tales of his adventures in Calishah but the name Albionii stops him short. Somehow, he knows it. When he heard the name Albionii, his sighting of the unicorn flashes into his mind. "The vision I had. The unicorn that guided us here. There's a connection to the druids of Albionii. What more can you tell us about them, Master Hehsh?"

The pixie MystWynd, from Iathos' busy backpack where he is petting Zoboanth, blows Valinar a raspberry. "Albionii is the unicorn's name, everybody knows that!"

"Of course! Everybody knows that! I was just working up to it."

Atrix and Trev pack their things and say goodbye, hoping to meet up with the rest of you again soon.

MystWynd gives them a few final directions, but they seem to be confident and take off.

The sprite flutters around you, saying, "You bigs are kind of slow. What's all that gear for? Where are we going? Should we go see the druids? Oh wait, no, there was somewhere we were supposed to go... Where was that? Holy crap, is that a dragon?" He flies over and introduces himself to Zoboanth. Again.

"We're going to find a drag..." Ruby is prepared to answer all questions this sprite may have, only for him to rudely fly away like a child. "Maybe we should just go? He'll probably follow us."

"I agree, Lets move before more trouble find its way here"

"Agreed."

Upon seeing Zobanath, Hehsh makes a beeline for the tiny dragon, pushing aside anyone who happens to be in his way. Once he gets close, he draws up. His frills stick out, although he is unaware of this, and wouldn't have an explanation for their behavior if was. With great trepidation he approaches the final few steps towards the wyrmling and leans forwards. Flared nostrils give the tiny thing a quick sniff before he pulls back. "What are you?"

The wyrmling stares up at Hehsh, considering him before she speaks. "I'm a brass dragon, just like my mother and father. You are a dragonkin. One of your ancestors must have been a humanoid but lain with someone like my parents. Then, their essences combined and a baby was born, a little like a human and a little like a dragon."

"Step away from the dragon friend." Hasan says less friendly holding out his handgun "I don't fully trust you yet."

Ruby nudges Hasan's crossbow downward with her staff. "Whoa there. There are far easier ways to determine one's motives." Calmly approaching Hehsh Ruby asks politely. "Hehsh, are you truly on our side? Can we trust you to keep Zobanath safe should the need arise?"

Iathos looks on intently, ready to unleash the Hells if Zobanath is threatened.

Hehsh takes no notice of the crossbow pointed at his head, disregarding it the same way someone ignores a drunk on the street. "Zobanath, hmm..." He maintains eye contact with the wyrmling. "Cease your mindless worries. In a few sentences Zobanath here has demonstrated as much knowledge about me as I possess, and I am eager to speak to him more at length. What's more, as I originally stated, I was sent specifically to help you."

"Her, if you wouldn't mind, sir," she protests.

"Hmmmm..." Ruby stares at him for a few seconds, considering Hehsh's words. Okay, I believe you. Satisfied with his response, Ruby nods in approval and grabs her backpack.

"Have I told you about the time my oath-brother, Orthordir and I escaped from the Grand Vizier's men by wearing women's silks and hiding in the Grand Vizier's harem? We stayed there a week. The women were very...er, kind."

Having packed your gear and provisions, you head into the wilderness. The pixie MystWynd leads the way, tirelessly flitting ahead and then reporting back very small obstacles, as if you were gnome sized. "There's a branch you may have to climb over" (ankle height) or "You may need to tie a rope and rapell down" (3 foot drop). You may be normally annoyed by this behaviour, but a sort of mirth spreads over you infectiously.

Meanwhile, Zoboanth is happy to answer whatever questions Hehsh had about dragonkin, but it is clear that her studies have only progressed to the basics. "How much had you learned in your first three years of life?" she quips often.

The trail is narrow, made by deer or similar sized creature. How do you proceed? (I.e., marching order)