------------- Tales of the Silver Gryphon - Iridessa Dragonbelch

Serenity rolled her eyes and bent down over the thing to see if she could find a pulse. It was there, as quick as a bird's, but still feint and erratic. Silverlace, taking pity on the poor ugly thing, whatever it was, summoned a quick Clean cantrip which seemed to help a little, then threw in a Freshen and another Clean just for good measure. Serenity rolled the thing over and found that with the exception of a thin little belt and a couple of scabbards with half sized swords, it had nothing to speak of. Kaylynn searched through its pouch and finding nothing of obvious value, turned it over to Sable. A small trinket caught her eye, a multicolored brooch, like butterfly wings with a thin, oddly proportioned body serving as some sort of handle. She tapped Felicity on the shoulder and showed her the emblem. Felicity's eyes widened.

"That's a holy symbol, such as it is, of the God of Faerie Dragons, Nathair. I saw lots of these back in Feymyra. Either this thing stole it, or it's a priest of Nathair."

Sable sneered at the ugly mass of green scales and filth on the floor.

"You saying this is some kind of faerie dragon priest?"

Felicity shrugged her shoulders. "Could be."

"Well it doesn't look like any Faerie Dragon I've ever seen."

Jim couldn't keep quiet any longer. "You seen a fair number of 'em, have ya?"

Sable shot him a sideways smirk.

"Enough to know they don't look like this. How big is the biggest Faerie Dragon anyway, fifteen, eighteen inches tall? This thing is almost as big as a halfling."

Serenity shook her head. "Biggest I have in the database was twenty inches. That was Trysten, Queen Amanda's own Faerie Drake."

"Drake or dragon?"

"Well in this case, its about the same thing. They often are confused with one another. Basically, there's no difference at the genetic level."

Vestor was growing impatient. "Enough. What do we do with the thing?"

A raspy, hissing noise came from the creature. Then it coughed and spit up a foul glob of exactly what, none of them wanted to know.

With a strange accent, somewhere between Sauran and Faerie it spoke in halting Carellonian, "You stop calling me 'thing' for starter. My name Iridessa, and I female."

Vestor ignored Felicity's smirk. "Well, we'll have to take your word for that."

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