 Re: Blue Dragon In The Swamp Of Sorrows
A hooded figure sits silently in the corner, and for a brief moment a yellowish glow can be seen in the darkness of his hood.
Absentmindedly he rubs his hands together slowly, and if you were close enough you'd hear the sound of scales rubbing against scales.
He pulls his gloves from one of the many pockets of his robe and puts them on. Tossing a True on the table he grabs a rather inconspicuous looking staff from the corner, and leaves. Just before the door slams shut you hear two words:
"Dragons? Fascinating..." |