Drai met someone on his outing. A 10-foot bipedal lizard with weapons and armor.. and I suppose at that time he might have remember that solitary adventurers tend to DIE young. Cunningly he got the lizard's trust by talking to it in Draconic, a language he has diligently learned.. and this time, the languge skills saved his life. The lizard took Drai to its camp where several others of its kind awaited. Drai was careful not to say too much, and learned all he could of the lizards.. it seems they revere a white dragon, which is bad news, and oppose a black dragon, which is unexpected news but not necessarily bad. If there really is a black dragon nearby, though, that could be horrible news. The creature that had surrendered to Drai's magic was at the camp, and proved to be the same one that the gnome had hit with a spell. Now its head was in bandages, but it still lived.
Drai gave me some more information, and said he had started working on a song.. the Song of the White Dragon. I'll be happy to help him complete it.. but given that dragons with a color in the name are rarely popular in towns, I doubt it will be a big hit. Maybe white gold dragon?
Maybe I'll add the song here when it's done. But unfortunately Drai and I and Drai had some beeeer to celubhrtnnhg hiss returrRrn to town. *hips* and right now we have some turr.. some tarr.. some trooooth.. some trubble getting the rhymes just right. Maybe when he's sober. *hips*
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