*Those that she knows may get the following tale from a certain copper haired dwarven lass.*
"No, no, no. It was called "Bastion", it was not
the bastion, of Phal.
*she considers for a moment* "Although, maybe it is the both, no?
"Yes, the copperr drragon... of Phal... called Bastion. Just how much have you been drrinking?
"Yes, we werre
there... in Phal... on Belinarra. Therre iz the big grroup of us, but we are sneaking. We all see. The new lorrd of Phal, Arrbos Nevsongerr, commands the drragon. It receives the gifts from the peoples of Phal.
"It seems one of them iz the puppet, though Argali iz not surre which.
"But the drragon did not look zo well. Do not misunderrstand, it iz huge, and roarrs loudly. But the scales, they werre irregularr and mis-shapen.
*whispers* "It iz looking like the otherr drragons that have been poisoned." *nods at her own assertion*
"Zo, iz it yourr round orr Argali's?"
