Calcifer watched as Keanore swung down from the tree, looking off and sniffing the air as he did, before proceeding to rest her head against the earth, seeming to hear or maybe feel footsteps proceeding toward them. The mage could not do such things, but the scent of blood was becoming stronger...
Calcifer listened as Keanore spoke, having noticed earlier that speech was not the Drakilian's strongest suit. He couldn't truly be angry at a mispronunciation from the creature. However one thing that did throw the mage off guard was the sudden closeness of Keanore's form before his, followed...
Calcifer was indeed correct on his deduction of the creature, a Drakilian. She had verified it with a still-learning voice; Calcifer supposed that language was not this race's strongest field. But she was far from small-minded, he could tell. The mage watched as the Drakilian stood, introducing...
'Well, I guess I did my good deed for the day..' Calcifer thought to himself as he began to make his way. However the mage stopped in his tracks when something appeared at the corner of his eye, the figure walking on four limbs before the Drakken. His violet eyes blinked a few times as he...
Ahh, peace. It was truly a blessing in disguise. Especially for a particular Drakken, who had been traveling and making his way towards the city of Corzan. However, the male had stopped his progress when he reached the outer forests surrounding the city. Taking advantage of the shady trees and...