*A dwarven lass sits slightly slumped in the tavern, in good spirits, but obviously tired. If any enquire of her disposition, she tells a bizarre
tale.*
"...Yes, it is the zame drragon that iz
razing the Forrt of Wayfarre!
"The grroup trracks the path of destrruction thrrough the Silkwood to Haven, wherre the city guarrd arre on alerrt because of the shades, which arre attacking us.
"Furrther south, we find the road iz blockaded by none otherr than the Voice of Fisterrion and his minions. It zeems they arre looking forr zomething; we arre thinking, the drragon. It iz with zome convincing we arre allowed to pass.
"After zpeaking to the local goblin trribe of the Gulf of the Bagirra, we prroceed into the forrest. Therre, we arre encounterring the grroup that arre the memberrs of the cult of the Grreen Drragon! Yes!
"Zis zoon becomes the big fight, which iz harrd fought. In the end, we arre overrcoming them, but not without the casualties.
"We arre finding what they arre up to. They have capturred the drragon who was rampaging thrrough the Forrt of Wayfarre! Yes! But it iz not happy, and it iz fighting them. It iz fighting us, too. Using the big magics, we arre able to subdue it.
"But the drragon iz not verry well, and plops down. All of the grroup arre doing what they can to make it well again, but arre not having much success. The Grreen Drragonerrs have poisoned it!
"Just at zis time, making the matterrs morre trricky, the Voice of Fisterrion and his minions arre arriving, wanting theirr drragon back. They arre zaying they can help it. Because we arre having no luck zaving the drragon, we agrree reluctantly.
"The Voice of Fisterrion, who, by the way, iz the trraitor deep kin," *she splits the last words* "uses his magic ring to pacify the drragon, and we arre hoping, to make it betterr.
*shes pauses, taking a sip from her ale* "Yes, it iz all verry incrredible, no?
"Zo, how do you get the enorrmous zleeping drragon back to the ship to take it to the Lorrd of the Drragons zo he can heal it? Yes, in the giant wagon, no? We zpend the
week building it, then, forr the two weeks, we are haulling, and pushing, and pulling, the drragon on the wagon thrrough the forrest. Zis iz quite the sight, no? Many of the forrest dwellerrs arre coming to see forr themzelves.
"Eventually, afterr much efforrt, we leave the forrest and arrive at the coast again. Therre, they have been building the giant hoist to lift the drragon into the boat.
"It zeems we arre earrning the repect of the trraitor deep kin Voice of Fisterrion, or perrhaps therre iz the otherr reason, but he iz zaying we can accompany the drragon to the Molten Island. Zis iz not the invitation you arre getting everry day, no? Zo, most of the grroup arre taking the offerr.
"It iz the long voyage. Firrst to Drregar, to the Bay of Carrocsa, and then norrth, headed forr..." *makes a voice of impending doom* "the Molten Island. At zis time, zome morre of the grroup arre leaving.
"Howeverr, we arre neverr arriving! Yes! We discoverr the trraitor in the midst of the minions of the trraitor deep kin Voice of Fisterrion. Zis iz zomewhat irronic, no?" *she grins widely*
"Zuddenly things arre happening verry quickly. After overcoming the trraitor, the drragon iz waking up. It zeems the trraitorr was using the magics to zuppress the drragon. Zo, the trraitor deep kin Voice of Fisterrion trries to use his ring to pacify the drragon again, but it iz not worrking! All of the crraven trraitor deep kin crew, and a few of the grroup, abandon the ship!
"The trraitor deep kin Voice of Fisterrion iz not liking that his ring iz not worrking, and iz saying, 'If it can not be zaved, it must be purrged.' "Purrged?" He means killed, no? Zo, we arre trrying to thwarrt him and free the drragon frrom the ropes that arre binding it, but zis iz not easy, no, because the ropes arre zo thick, even with the big axe.
"The trraitor deep kin Voice of Fisterrion then iz showing his trrue colorrs, and rains the big firre down on the boat.
*she pauses, taking another mouthful of ale, and nods with a certain finality* "Zome werre able to flee at the last moment. Forr the otherrs who werre still trrying to frree the drragon, it iz only because of the magic of the bindstones that we arre making it back.
*she makes a small sigh* "No, we arre not knowing what happened to the drragon..."
