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"Well now! Another visitor? Welcome, welcome!" The speaker sweeps towards you from deeper in the den, a large smile on his face, "I'm Selverat, rider of Fire Kerkael, Scout and Official Searchrider of Clan Akelara, at your service." You can't help but smile in return, and have to suppress a laugh as a barbed tail - belonging to Kerkael, you assume - stealthily slides across the floor, tripping Selverat neatly. "Ouf... bloody dragon." Selverat mutters as he picks himself up, sweeping coppery curls out of his eyes, "Quit leaving your tail laying around like that, you could kill someone!" The tail retreats, replaced by a head and body, as Kerkael settles down in the large room that you're currently standing it. The dragon nods his head to you, apparently ignoring Selverat for the moment. "Greetings, visitor. I'm Kerkael'akel, this here clumsy oaf's bond." Kerkael ignores Selverat's sputtered denials and continues to speak, "And, of course, I'm the more intelligent of the pair." Selverat snorts at that, shaking his head in what seems to be resignation, "Ah, ignore the big, talking meatbag on wings, he's just hot air. Anyway, feel free to look around. I have to go scout the land some more, we're still learning about this world in all truth, and our leaders want to know if there are any native sentient races. I'l be back in a few hours, though, if you wish to talk more." With a polite nod to you, he gathers up a helmet and jacket, before striding back into the den, Kerkael following him. |
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