His supper finished Brualot fussed around the table, looked out the window, and rearranged his unused plates. Sighing about a small blemish in a cup he sat down heavily, tapped his fingers on the table and finally lifted a weathered magical bag on the table. It was his oldest surviving bag and held an improbable amount of goods. He pulled forth a red coloured dragon scale. It brought a smile to his face and he explained to bob the parrot. "Dragons, dragons now theres a thing worth mentioning. Of course I've..met..a few in my time. Best take a negotiator, a distractor, oh and lots of presents. " He stared at the parrot and waited for it to chirp away. "Ah now good poiont yes why a distractor, well take our trip to the Molten Island and the big red....we were saving the world or something and Triba was negotiating." He sighs at that "Katia, she could talk, ideal for the job really. But Dragons , well they always eventually take offence, time for a distraction ! or crispy party. So divert with a question or a gift or a promise, hmm careful what you promise of course every dragon I met demanded some sort of service, anyway the distraction, insult the halfling, you know make the dragon think he's in charge. Well there I was bob flat as a flat thing admiring the dragon's bitten nails, hoping no ants wanted to finish me off, and wondering who was going to heal me but confusion prevailed and the halfling got back on track with negotiations and that is why you need a distractor, of course I'm done with that role now." He slipped the scale back into his bag, the parrot went for a bath.
Brualot sat at his desk by the window, distracted. Bob was squawking loudly even for a parrot. But even he was outdone by the Haven town crier prattling on about some murder and mayhem in some far corner of the world. No mystery here it would seem. Things were quiet again and Brualot pulled a rather clever looking magical box onto the table. He worked a rune laden lock and looked in. Three ancient books carefully packed within suggested such promise. He wondered at something. the parrot and the town crier continued to compete with each other and Brualot was drawn out the window to the crier. "Bob what is he banging on about, some improbable monster by the sound of it."
... easily at 10 feet tall and according to the indentations of his tracks, must weigh over 2000lbs. He is adorned with thick black blademail and carries a massive double axe.
"A giant lizard no doubt..solved!" Brualot smugly replied to no one in particular. "So what's new." He pulled the book carefully forth. "Now Bob this is much more important, it's rare magical contents escaped the Great Library and it's grand collection of knowledge. The content will make me even more knowledgeable -is that even possible. Don't answer that! I found the library you know, I told you that right. Pulled it right out of the sea actually." The parrot just bounced about the cage. "Well there were others there of course, doing...bits and pieces. ...Confound that crier what is he shouting about now..Revenant indeed!" He puts the book back into his carefully packed box.