Chapter One: Greenest in Flames!

Bughu simply asks for enough ammunition to replenish his supply: 4 longbow arrows and 10 hand crossbow bolts.

Bughu appears satisfied with full quivers, like he has replenished his body and mind. He accompanies Erich to the dungeons and enters Langderosa's cell, where he positions himself behind the half-dragon. The last thing Bughu wants is to be in the path of any dragon breath, regardless of whether or not half-dragons can do such a thing.

On the way down to the dungeon I stop and pick some hot meat somewhere there's food being made. Whatever's hot and ready. Is the prisoner able to reach his face with his hands?

Jon collects on the offered breakfast, interrogations not being something he has figured out how to conduct either effectively or heroically.

Entering the room with Langdedrosa, Erich holds his hands up and speaks in a clear voice in Draconic.

I understand you've been most cowardly in refusing to provide those that bested you with the information they seek. It's a shame to see one whose scales first seemed so lustrous to be dulled to obscurity by such an act.

Erich continues on in Draconic, The death you earned? No self respecting draconid would think you earned anything other than what you got. You were made mockery of by the man. You were beaten as soundly as a fresh whelpling. When one is dominated that poorly, you accept whatever the superior combatant chooses to dole to you. Provide answers to the questions you've been asked, or else I will ensure EVERY draconid, down to the lowest kobold, knows of the cowardice and weak-spine milk-toast behavior of Langdedrosa "The Coward" Cyanwrath. If you answer, however, I may be convinced to allow you a proper warrior's death along with tales of the voracious combatant Langdedrosa "The Blue Scale of Death" Cyanwrath.

Jon butters a muffin and wonders how the interrogation is going.

Bughu idly imagines that Erich and Langderosa are discussing the subtle qualities of belly dancing and the etiquette required for tips; it makes the strange language all the more entertaining. A slight smile creeps into the corner of his mouth, which is quickly squashed in light of the serious matter at hand.

I wait to see if Erich has any success before joining the conversation.

Erich smiles at the blue half-dragon. Continuing in draconic, he undoes the ties at the ends of his sleeves, pulling the sleeves up revealing the golden-hued scales that glint sparingly across his forearms.

Yes, the world will burn, and She will not have YOU. Worthless excuse for a dragon. As he finishes speaking, he allows a mote of fire to begin spinning in his hand, the crackle of its energy bright. With a blink, it snuffs, and Erich turns to the jailer. In common, I'm done with this lout. He's so convinced that some mystical woman is going to return and he'll have some magical part in helping the world to burn he's not going to provide any useful information. Best to hold him under water until the bubbles stop. He finishes as he makes to leave the cell.

Bughu does not seem surprised at this revelation. Wars have been fought over much more trivial matters, after all. He studies the half-dragon during and after the interrogation, gauging Langderosa's demeanor.

Bughu shows some concern, even as Erich dismisses Langderosa's importance. He leaves the half-dragon and follows the others out of the interrogation room.

"This could be bad," he says to the group once they have gathered, folding his arms across his chest. "Maybe he's crazy, but he's convinced in his cause. If the others are like him, they're not your typical raiders. They've got conviction, and that makes them dangerous. Hard to reason with someone like that if they got their minds set."