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Chapter 3: Workshop Woes

Once inside the streets of towering buildings and seas of people, a plan had to be concocted. For it was as Lyndis had said, they couldn’t just be wandering the streets as a collected group. Though Veledar listed numerous wonderful plans, they were all defeated with silly things called logic or strategically placed defenses. Invisibility? Entis had gone through the effort of being alerted at common entryways. Fly in with his glorious wings? He’d forgotten about the cannons, plus the ever-watchful gryphons. Find a place to stay? His suggestion about resting at an inn like Trost was countered with the thought someone might see him. Each shutdown of an idea made his blood boil to no end, but with great mental fortitude he maintained his composure. When they finally were alone, he’d remind Arcturus of every single slight. Maybe he’d even get an apology from the would-be paladin.

In the end they agreed to find a place to hold up until a more solid planned could be formed. Arcturus listed off a gnome inventor called Matilda, after dismissing Veledar’s idea to rest at his very house. Now this woman was little consequence to Veledar, just another mortal in an endless forest of them. His heart skipped a beat when it was made mention, she might like his true form. Oh, how his blood pulsed with excitement, he was almost bouncing on the soles of his feet. The sun appeared more radiant, the dreadful banners hanging overhead were brighter. Who knew an oasis from this dreadful prison of stone and flesh was close by? He had to meet this mystery woman at once!

Without delay he’d agreed and more than that, he made sure they maintained a quickened pace. For the sooner they arrived at this no doubt delightful woman’s hovel, the more he could delight her with his beautiful scales and charming personality. While his so-called friends snickered at the proclamation, he insisted they were all brimming with jealousy. How could they not? The bunch of them were soft scaled monkeys, or in the case of Asterion an overgrown cow. Though no sooner had the words slipped from his human maw, he couldn’t help but gander over Arcturus, picturing how he was before the disguise. Despite his obvious flaws when it came to draconic beauty, the steel wearing man managed to catch his eye. The dragon’s cheeks flushed without his consent, driving doubt into his very words. When they crossed the closest intersection, he made sure the man understood he wasn’t being lumped in with the riff raff.

“It would be ill befitting of my loyal knight who saved my life.”

“When did I become your knight?” Came the reply that had the dragon all but chuckling to his heart’s content.

“I believe the day I carried you from the airship. Showed you the true nature of your people and gave you wings.” Good cheer died when he peered back, remembering he wasn’t in his true form. He stomped along, led by Arcturus as if on a leash.

Through the winding streets of cobblestone and people they traveled. Every step swallowed by the symphony of clacking wheels, thumping hooves, or the chatter of countless mouths assaulting them with conversation. This wouldn’t be so bad if not for how packed they were, he could hardly raise his arms in some places, lest he smack a poor human right in his nose! How they could stand such a thing was beyond him, not have the lingering sense they were to be captured at any moment? The slightest bump ruining his concentration and spewing forth his true form? He mentally wrestled with his quickening heart and the ever sweating of his palms. The brewing storm of anxiety and fear was only quelled by Arcturus’ comforting words and soothing touch upon his shoulder.

“I’ve seen that look; you’re not made of stone.” Cerulean eyes gazed upon him with such warmth, Veledar wished it was Arcturus’ true face. “You’ll be fine. Stay close and be mindful. We’ll get you through this yet.”

How simple the words could be yet striking the right chord. He nodded silently, letting the fuzziness in his head spread like wildfire through his veins. His cheeks practically burned as pleasing thoughts tumbled about.

The first challenge of this new place came in the form of the market. Where for the day it seemed, the crowd had parted. What for, the dragon had to look, curiosity getting the better of him. It was a trio of performers in brightly colored jumpsuits, juggling various items of all sizes. He stood transfixed, jaw slackened as their hands tossed and grabbed items with such speed and grace, captivating the crowds around them and practically forcing them to clap and holler. With a disappointed groan he was grabbed and dragged away by his friends, before he could insist that he could do these simple tricks better! Oh, how he wiggled and squirmed, despising the body he was trapped in.

“And I thought we were to blend in?” He tapped Lyndis’ scowl. “Is this not what we were doing? The rest of this market hovel was transfixed.” He grinned and imagined his feats were he to juggle among the crowd. They’d no doubt shout his praises, calling out how skilled and great he was. Perhaps a few would compliment his scales, and a certain paladin would look upon him with such delight it would burn away the others.

“Blend in doesn’t mean get bogged down by every person having a chin wag.” The rogue snorted, “Thought you wanted to see the bleedin gnome?”

“I can do both!” He insisted, admitting defeat, and proclaiming he could walk on his own. Wiping his sleeves, he hissed and let them lead him further, promising to not let any more distractions impede his work. Curse this city and everyone in it. Everyone save the paladin was shaking his head at him. He could do it for him, for possibly a reward at a future date. Maybe a monetary one? He pondered as he fell back in tandem with the others around him.

It wasn’t until Arcturus stopped that Veledar crashed into him. He’d been too busy staring at a pair of gryphons flying overhead, chasing one another with a series of playful chirps. It was like they were mocking him.

“Watch where you’re going.” He hissed, rubbing at the dull ache in his nose. “Are you trying to make a fool of me?”

“Ya know it ain’t hard to do dat.” Merlia chuckled.

The knight didn’t respond, frozen as if in shock. His eyes were transfixed up ahead, to a solitary spike of thick wood. Upon it sat staked a head of a vicious looking red dragon, its expression frozen into a ferocious snarl. Larger than Veledar’s own head, he imagined any human standing before it would be terrified. Was this? He traced over Arcturus’ expression, seemingly zoned out of everything else. Was this the Dreadflame that had taken so much?

“Arcturus was this?” His voice was soft as he slipped beside the knight. “Dreadflame?”

The knight nodded, shying away from the eyesore as if wounded. “That it was. Hate this blighted thing with every fiber of my being. But no, the king claims it inspires greatness, encourages bravery.” He glanced one last time, the fire swirling in his eyes. “I’d tear it down and be rid of it were it up to me.”

Veledar eyes instantly narrowed, imagining the way this beast moved. Hardly did he glare upon his own kin with such ire. He imagined himself squaring off with this larger beast, flaring his wings to defend his human. Teeth bared and paws batting, he’d ensure that terrible night had never happened. “Arcturus if you-“His raised hand was softly moved away.

“I’d rather not waste more breath on him.” The knight scowled, not looking back a second time.

“So dat was Dread Flame, eh?” Merlia whistled, placing her hands to her hips, “Thought he’d be bigger. Got to admit a spike looks good on em. What ya think Pavel?”

The dragon hesitated on Arcturus, nodding as the imagination returned anew. “Think he deserved it in the end. He could have flown away but chose petty revenge, he brought it upon himself in a way.” He crossed his arms, giving a satisfied smirk. “Besides, I bet my head was bigger than him anyway.”

Up went the dwarf’s brow, a chuckle brewing in her throat. “Ya might wanna rethink yer measurin. Clearly, he was the bigger o da two of ya.”

Hand to his chest, he announced with a lavish proud smile “I wasn’t speaking of my skull, but of my dragonhood”

Merlia nearly fell to the ground cackling away. Lyndis rolled her eyes and shook her head with a disbelieving chortle, “Just when you think he’s well behaved, he starts bragging about his special sword.” Lyndis sighed, placing her hand on her nose. “Arcturus guess what your friend jus- “

“I heard him!” the paladin replied, not looking back.

“Oh Lyndis.” He smirked and followed along, “Its not a sword, but a lance.”

Lyndis burst out laughing again, much to the dragon’s ire. “Guess what he just- “

“I said I heard him! Let’s hurry before Pavel is stuck like that forever!”

Could that happen? In the matter of a heartbeat, he was hyperventilating. Stuck as a human? That’d be a fate worse than death! Hand to chin he sifted through all his training, not once had the green dragon Lyyreth made mention of this. It couldn’t be true. “Hah....hah...hah” Chuckled, trying to quell his heart, “How you jest my friend, you’ll regret this if you ever find yourself as a dragon. I’ll make it an experience you won’t forget.” He growled playfully, imaging the surprised look upon Arcturus’ dragon snout as he wrestled him to the ground.

“And yet you’re wrong again.” Lyndis rested upon his shoulder, spreading her arm wide across the street. “If you happen to be a lady, the shapeshifting thing can get stuck if you get pregnant.”

Without a word he thanked the stars he was a male, otherwise the situation could get much more complicated.

“And what kind of good time we bleedin talkin about?” Lyndis whispered, “The same kind of good time I had as a dragon?” The grin that spread from ear to ear was none too subtle as what she implied.

“Keep that down.” He hissed, thankfully humans like Arcturus lacked the best sense of hearing. “You’ll ruin everything.”

“Oooo so there is something going on.” The half elf cooed, miming to zip her lips. “Mums the word then, might be fun to watch the show though, if you be selling tickets.”

How he wished for his paws, he’d playfully bat away her smile. Perhaps what Merlia had said was true, he was hunting the human. Why would that be, the man was exceptionally ugly in terms of a dragon, he didn’t even have scales to be proud of! Yet when he caught sight of the knight, his heart felt weak, his own scales but thin flesh in which to pierce. He found himself tethered, drawing closer, relishing the talks they’d shared in their adventure so far. He found himself even thinking he was rather handsome, for a human of course. His brow furrowed, alright if that was the case, why was revealing his affection for Arcturus bringing such hesitation? He was a dragon by thunder, strong, proud, confident. Yet as his mind lingered upon that human’s face, his heart felt so weak. With a dragon you could be bold and announce your intentions, but a human? Would the mere mention ruin the entire thing?

“So, what was this all about?” Arcturus turned, flicking his finger between the two.

Lyndis and Veledar shared a solitary look, silence passing between them. As if tethered by a psychic link they belted out a combined laugh that raised the man’s brow.

“Just a joke was all.” Lyndis nudged Veledar’s chest. “How our resplendent overlord here complained about how small his dagger was. Says they’re all so bloody small.”

“Complete with a tiny coinpurse. Some might even say its cute.” He followed along.

“Right.” Arcturus sighed and squeezed his nose. “Why would I expect anything less? Carry on then, I’ll try to make sure we won’t get lost.”

“Get lost? This is your city.”

“Then why doesn’t it feel like it anymore?” Arcturus sighed, glancing at a poster board covered in parchments of missing people. “After the fort and the king’s order, I don’t even know what to think anymore.”

Such resentment and broken spirit, the dragon eyed the paladin with great concern. He knew the adventure thus far had been trying, his own world view shaken, but would he be alright? With a huff Veledar surged forward to comfort the ever lost man.

“Don’t worry.” Lyndis was quick to slip around Veledar’s shoulder and offer a comforting pat as a coldness seemed to follow in the paladin’s steps. “He’ll be fine. Strong as bloody steel and hard as adamantine. He’ll adjust to the new world he’s in.”

“Who said I was worried?” He muttered, not looking her in the eye.

“Why would you be? Not like you’re looking at him now.” She grinned, knowing she was right.

“And what of you?”

“Oh me?” The rogue glanced off, looking for the castle. “I have a few inquiries to try. Maybe a few friends here that can help us.”

“And they would be.” He rolled his hand.

“Not for all ears.” She nudged him with a grin, “Just accept that I do.”

He groaned, hating that part most of all. “Fine. Just don’t be doing all that backstabbing you people are known for?”

“Half-elves?” She gasped, hand over lips. “I never.”

“Rogues.” He hissed, stomping through her laughter.

Through alleyways and side streets the group adventurers made their way through the maze of civilization. How the humans or gryphons could find anything eluded Veledar to no end. Streets would start and end at such random intervals, he was left with a spinning head as Arcturus explained their current path. He was almost certain they’d done this simply to confuse any attacker, leaving them unable to find their way. Merlia had joined in with his frustration, eagerly taking up the task of belittling the human craftsmanship.

She continued for what seemed like hours, insulting every construction down to its foundation that grounded everyone’s nerves, it was no wonder that when they finally came to small building with a gear shaped sign that everyone gave a relieved sigh. The building seemed to be made of pristine, fine oak, a harsh contrast to the elderly buildings around it all weathered and adorned with scratches. The wafting scent brought memories of the trees on his mountain around Deet, making him curse this place even more. The solitary door sat between a pair of eyes like windows, the surface painted bronze.

“We’re finally here!” Up the paladin’s arms, spinning around with a forced smile. “Now we can cease the continual review of the kingdom’s construction!”

“Jokes on you lad.” Merlia thumbed her chest. “I can do both.”

“I thought her house would be bigger.” Veledar huffed, wishing he had his tail to whip. “It looks hardly bigger than any other human hovel.”

“I agree, it doesn’t look like bleedin much.” Lyndis gestured to the sign. “Do ya not like naming things in this city? Doesn’t even got a name on it!”

“But that’s da greatest part!” Merlia started to tie Ulga’s reins to a nearby hitching post. “Don need ta worry about all dem names. Just go in and get yer gear. Besides, da best tings in da world don look like much.”

Veledar couldn’t help but look at Arcturus, knowing the dwarf’s words were truth. Lyndis soon challenged Merlia’s persistence about human craftsmanship.

“That be different.” The dwarf sputtered, cheeks turning red. “Now let’s be getting in before ya be thinkin they need more compliments.”

“What a peculiar shade.” Veledar cooed, “Almost a perfect match for when Arcturus learned dragon’s mate passionately for fun.”

“We don't need to hear about that certainly.” Arcturus interrupted loudly as he held up a hand for him to be quiet. Veledar noticed his face had turned a slight shade of red, like it usually did when he was a tad squeamish.

“Oh, so da paladin gets wee bit squeamish wen the crimson baby talks about lewd tings. How old were ya again? I thought ya were a grown man!” Merlia laughed.

“Oh yes, he turned redder than he was now.” Veledar chuckled as the man in question rested a hand impatiently on the door. “He didn’t even let me tell him about this time with two gryphons that proceeded to worship my- “

“ENOUGH!” Arcturus snapped, clearly what patience he had depleted. “We have not enough booze on this earth to have me hear that story. Especially talking in length about your- “

“Ridged spear.” Veledar finished, delighted in how Arcturus better resembled one of his scales. “Or should I say cock? Penis? What would you say they tended to?”

Merlia roared in laughter as she smacked her knee. “Yer right, now dat is funny! Look at ‘im”.

“Enough talk of lewdness, we have a quest to continue.” Asterion tied off his horse, shoved past them and practically slammed open the door, bringing life to a loud chime. “Little gnome!” The cleric bellowed without a care, “We come to have words with you. Where are you hiding?"

Rolling out of the place came the thick smell of burning oil, cut metal, and various other heavy incense. He had to be dragged as he covered his nose and fought the urge to cough. To his dismay the ceiling wasn’t any higher than usual human buildings. Even if this city was supposed to be built with gryphons in mind. Numerous metal objects suspended from the ceiling, twirling silently without a care. Wooden crates were stacked along every wall, even covering a mahogany desk seemingly stained with years of ink. The walls themselves joined in with the clutter of knickknacks and metal contraptions whose purpose was lost upon his draconic mind. Several mana lanterns hung along the walls, glowing dimly enough to cast away what shadows remained within.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” A high-pitched feminine voice called from beyond a door on the far wall. Upon its weathered and marred surface was a sign with large letters instructing anyone to stay out. For but a moment they were silent, only for the whole room to shake as a dull explosion sounded from the back.

“Gods damn it! That’s what I get for working with them!” The voice cursed, seconds before a second explosion shook the workshop.

“Is she…” Lyndis froze, gesturing to the door with widened eyes.

Before anyone could answer the door flung open, spreading a rolling cloud of onyx smoke about the door. The diminutive form of the gnome shop keeper emerged from it, bearing a pair of soot covered googles atop her onyx haired head.

“So, there is a lot of you.” She quickly shut the door, eyes traveling across the group of them. She dusted off her blackened hands, wiping what remained on her soiled trousers. When she strolled over, she was a mess, black smudges everywhere, and only a fraction of her fair face was left on display. “Haven’t seen the lot of you before.” Out went her dirtied hand, introducing herself as Matilda and asking if she could do anything for them.

Another explosion sounded from the back, causing the diminutive woman to cringe with a smile, clearly trying to play it off as nothing to be concerned with.

“Don't mind the noise! It happens all the time.”

“No worries.” Arcturus surged to the front, gently moving aside the towering bull. “We actually have matters to discuss, as my friend here so eloquently put.”

“Do I know you?” The gnome tilted her head. “I don’t think I should have business with ya. Unless of course you’re looking to order something. Armor of yours looks kind of terrible.”

Arcturus sighed, clearly his disguise forgotten. “Lyndis? Mind dropping the spell?”

“Done” Lyndis snapped her fingers, causing the illusion on Arcturus to shatter into a million pieces like broken glass. In a span of two heart beats the spell was gone, returning Veledar’s companion to him in all his eye-catching beauty.

Like a wave had washed over her, the gnome shifted from confusion to warmth. Her eyes widened before leaping upon the man, wrapping her arms around his waist in the greatest of bear hugs. “My boy you live! They said you were dead, and the dragon ate ya! I never believed them though! Tougher than nails I said!” Tears started to well up in the gnome’s eyes. “Woulda been a waste of my armor!”

“Ate him?” Veledar huffed, with irritation, “That dragon wouldn’t have eaten him. He was one of the kindest souls to walk on this plane. The most daring others might say, and bold.”

But the gnome seemed lost to anything not of her friend; She muttered things about the armor, swearing she knew it would protect him. Though as she patted it down and glanced it over, her mood shifted with but a flip of a coin. She was soon smacking his side, her brow furrowed and eyes brimming with fire.

“What have ya been doing to my armor!?” She shouted, sounding personally hurt. “All the dings and scratches!” Matilda smacked Arcturus on his arm, “Did ya just smack it against a few rocks for fun? Did you even kill the dragon?” She backed away and stomped her foot, “Who the hell are these people?” She swiped a finger across the room, “What have you done now Arcturus?” She adjusted her goggles, pulling them over her eyes. Her head swiveled to each of them, resting upon their forms for merely a moment or two. “Are any of them else wearing a disguise?”

“Well, you see it's a very long and complicated story.” Arcturus rubbed the back of his neck with one of his hands. “Surely you don't have the time to hear it.”

Matilda’s jaw slackened, a surprised gasp escaping her lips. She stood frozen, gazing inquisitively at Veledar’s form. Evidently the goggles were for more than just her eyes .

Stay calm. The dragon tried to puff up his chest, appear more regal than a human could. “Anything wrong young gnome?”

“Y-you will have to come down into the lab.” She stumbled through her words, eyes never leaving the dragon. “We’ll have tea of course! Tell me about your lovely friend here.” She gestured to them to follow through the back door. Seeing no questions, they followed her, being led down a well-lit hallway covered in blueprints. Down a set of stairs they marched, with the gnome’s eyes flicking backwards to take sneaking glances every few steps.

The stairs squeezed with their passing, swallowing the door creaking open at the bottom. Like before they were swept up in a variety of smells, this time of old parchment and burned incense. Metal objects instead of being hung were scattered about in a disorganized fashion. Wooden tables were coated corner to corner in half filled vials of multicolored potions or adorned with melted together pieces of metal. It was surprisingly spacious for one so small, even the wooden beams above looked to be higher than the rest. If Veledar could guess, they might even be tall enough for his true form.

Matilda brought them to the far table, one that surprisingly wasn’t covered in piles of scattered parchment. It was, however, covered in too many scratches across the surface to count, and a pile of silver coins in the center. She grabbed a wooden chair, dragging it over with a loud scrape.

“Gods woman, do you need to shatter my ears while you move a gods damn chair?” Veledar hissed, wrinkling his nose.

“Yes!” Merlia snapped, dragging yet another chair to the table. She didn’t get a third chance as the others rushed to aid her.

With a brush from her arms the gnome rested up on the table, staring deeply up at Veledar. Without skipping a beat her tone was harder than the plates of steel Arcturus wore. “So, what’s the story?”

With little fanfare the knight recounted their tale thus far. Though he did fail to mention the handsome dragon that had spirited him away on wings of good fortune. They all sat during this time, letting the man finish and enchant the gnome with their journey. Though this was all lost upon Veledar as he squirmed and groaned, no matter how he sat in this chair given he was uncomfortable. How did the mortals do this?

“What’s the matter?” Matilda asked suddenly, cutting Arcturus off with a risen brow. There was a sly grin upon her lips, tapping slowly at her goggles. “First time in a chair dragon?”

“What now?” he sputtered in mock shock, pretending to fall out of his chair. The others thankfully gasped along with him. “I have not a clue what you’re on about.”

“Course you’d say that.” Matilda just gave them all a smile of victory, tapping at her goggles. “Funny things the goggles I invented can do. See through all manner of illusions and shapeshifters.” Her eyes traveled from his boot to chin, drawing a chuckle from her thin lips. “You should see yourself. Look rightly stretched out in that skinbag.”

“Scrunched up?” He thrust his butt back down. “I am certainly not scrunched up!” He gestured to everyone else, even the towering Asterion looked calm. “I’m sitting like all the rest of them!”

Matilda shook her head with a heavy sigh, explaining she could see his real body “So it looks like you’re stretched like a bunch of taffy. You know, the ones the halflings make.”

“It’s all...smushed?” He picked at his skin, shuttering at the thought of his glorious body being mangled so badly.

Matilda lightly smacked her forehead. “Did anyone want some tea? Dragon made me flippin forget!”

Everyone around the table agreed to have some, even Asterion who looked as uptight as ever. It only seemed to fuel Matilda’s growing delight, given voice by a high-pitched squeal.

“Oh, that's wonderful! Usually someone is too busy.” She gestured to Arcturus. _“_She whistled and wandered over to a metallic contraption of gold pipes and tubes, that had already sprung to life. Slivers of white steam coiled to the air. “Guess getting the tea-master one thousand operational was a good thing!” She smiled, quickly searching out enough teacups for everyone. She returned after filling them, somehow an even bigger smile on her face. “So, what about the companions you have with you Arcturus? I figure the dragon isn’t keeping the lot of you against your will?”

“I am certainly not!” Growled Veledar, as he rolled a hand to his chest, once more the regalness he exuded taking over. “If anything, they are held captive by my leader like talents. My ability to organize them into a fighting force and swooned by my delightful charms.”

“Charms of a dead cat.” Asterion growled, getting everyone else to snicker into their cups. Thankfully all save Arcturus.

“Be that as it may.” He gave the loyal man an honest smile. He explained the rest of his quest, and the book he held so dear to his heart, as well as all his treasure wrongfully taken from him.

“And the scroll I seek.” Asterion added, “Don’t forget that.”

“Oh yes.” He groaned, “My associate here is seeking a magical scroll.”

“What for?” Matilda asked.

“My own business.” The bull replied sternly. “Of honor and redemption.”

They went around the next few moments, sharing their name to the friendly gnome. She seemed honestly pleased to have a whole team of adventurers within her halls, enough to have her eyes twinkled like a wrymling’s hearing pleasing stories of treasure and magic. When it came to Veledar he’d already formed a way to greet her, one way that she would never forget the delightful Crimson Sky.

“So, dragon what should I call you?” She finally turned to him, setting the moment.

He held out his hand, swelling in a breath, letting his concentration on the spell fade. She would no doubt swoon. “Gaze upon my true form and be in awe.”

“Crimson Sky don't!” Burst his gathered friends, but it was too late. Purple smoke burst from his skin to consume the entirety of the workshop.

His body morphed and changed, great wings sprouting from his back like crimson trees. Hands turned into paws, topped with razor sharp claws. Out his neck went like a snake, horns forming into place atop his head. “I am Crimson Skaaaaaaaaaah.” One of his horns caught on a wooden beam above. He snarled and snorted, trying to pull it but the blasted thing wouldn’t budge. “What trick is this?” He growled, pulling again, this time lashing out with his armored tail.

Smoke cleared with but one swipe, as a table broke with a thunderous crash. Its legs exploded outward, catching numerous vials with a splintering crack. Glass shattered upon the grounds, liquids ran wild by the dozen, blueprints and ingredients were ruined across the lab. Yet still he smashed as they shouted, breaking more and more with each swing of his tail.

“Cease this foolishness!” Asterion was first to slide around to grab his tail. Strength of at least five men pulled at him. He called to Arcturus who was quick to his side, assisting in getting the dragon’s tail under control.

“Why are you grabbing my tail?” He snarled, unable to get a good look at them. “Can’t you see I’m trying to get free?”

Matilda’s shock was broken, her eyes traveled from broken glass to destroyed layers of soggy parchment. You could see the joy die within her eyes. She shouted at the top of her lungs, with the fury of someone five times her size. “What have you done to my lab you lizard bastard!? You’re lucky you don’t have any balls! They’d be paste by the time I’d be done with ya!”

Veledar held up a paw, “Firstly I am not a lizard, I am a dragon. Secondly, your ceiling is too small, you have gryphons in this city, it should be larger. If anything, you should be happy with me showing you the problems of your establishment.”

“RETURN TO A SMALLER SIZE THIS INSTANT! WHY WERE YOU EVEN TRYING TO BEGIN WITH?”

“He was trying to show off for you.” Arcturus patted Matilda on her back. “Call it draconic pride as it were.” the human then sighed, “Sorry about the workshop.”

Veledar rumbled, “See Matilda everything is okay! Arcturus will pay for everything!”

“That’s not what I said!”

“But its what you implied.” Veledar chuckled, wiggling his tail. “Don’t go breaking the girl’s heart now.”

“Broken heart?” The Gnome grinned, “I doubt it, but that announcement...Crimson Skaaaaaah was it? I think that little blemish is just priceless.”

“It’s Crimson Sky actually.” he snorted in irritation.

“It will ever be the other thing.” She sighed holding the bridge of her nose, like Arcturus usually did. “Now go back to something smaller.”

“Fine.” Veledar did the required claw movement and flicked his tail. Causing more books to go toppling over onto the floor.

“Watch your gods cursed tail! You’re going to make an even bigger mess!”

“Woman it was already a mess when I got here. I simply changed where the mess was.” His glorious form shrunk smaller and smaller until he was shoulder height with the table. It wasn’t the size he wanted, but it would have to do. To his dismay his head was just below Arcturus’ own. With a groan he flopped to his belly, tail curling around himself. “Are you happy now?”

“Fascinating.” Matilda’s voice drained of any malice. All at once she inquired what a dragon was doing in her shop. They admitted they needed a place to hide, Veledar couldn’t go walk about well enough.

“Jus look at how much destruction his tail did!” Merlia gestured to the mess. “Imagine dat in the city!”

The gnome shuttered, then laughed and shook her head. “So, an actually the dragon captured you instead.”

“I didn’t…” Veledar paused mid-sentence, flaring his frills. “Ok so I did, but it was for his own good.” Veledar said proudly, “He even thanked me.”

“YOU THANKED HIM?” Matilda burst out laughing, “A DRAGON KIDNAPS YA LIKE A PRINCESS, AN YA THANKED HIM?!”

“Well, he had a point!” Arcturus stewed in his seat, cheeks ever getting redder. “I already explained myself!”

“And it’s still hilarious!”

“Be softer on the man.” Veledar slid his way around the blushing and verbally assaulted paladin. “I couldn’t very well see a noble soul go punished after doing such a heroic deed.” He got a thanks and warm expression that dragged a warble threw his throat.

“He made a sound!” Matilda was bouncing on her toes. “What does that mean?”

“It means he’s aroused.” Merlia chuckled, earning herself a sudden nudge from Lyndis in the side.

Merlia's face filled with dread as Arcturus described the situation beneath the fort. The horrid sights they saw, blood dried along the walls. The countless examples of Lumarian cruelty that even started to boil Veledar’s blood.

“They were doin that down there?” Matilda asked softly, “That sounds terrible. What was it for?”

Everyone remained silent, not sure what to say. Arcturus was the first to shake his head, followed by Lyndis.

“We’re going to look more into it. Trust me.” The paladin’s eyes flicked to all of his friends. “But that’s the story up until this point.”

Matilda was silent for a moment, digesting the weight of all that was told. “So, all this trouble is to get Crimson Sky here killed?”

“It would appear so my dear. Your king really wishes for my death.” Veledar swelled his chest out in pride, “Such a fearsome dragon am I.”

“Well, ya best hope lad he neva finds out how clumsy ya are.” Merlia laughed, “Or the illusion be shattered.”

“Let’s not mention that too much then.” Veledar smacked his tail to drive the point home.

Matilda without another word retreated to a rather large pile of assorted objects, which she started tossing out and onto the floor. “Hey, I got something of yours Arcturus that ya left behind on the ship!” Matilda turned around and was holding the human's armored helmet. Matilda strolled over and placed it onto the table with a thump. “There now you have the complete set.” She smiled, “Now back to business, you need to get that book of Crimson Sky's” She pointed a thumb back towards the dragon.

“That would be correct, we need a place to lay low while we figure out how to do it.”

“Well, your certainly welcome to stay here.” She placed her hands on her hips, “Unless you found a different place to hide the freaking dragon.”

“Please, no one needs to hide me.” Veledar held his neck out and seemed to work a kink out of it, “I can shape-shift after all.”

“Yea but not all the time, how about when ya sleep!? I bet you will change back when that happens right?”

Veledar scowled at the gnome being correct, as the others just watched, sipping their tea. Veledar rolled his eyes and pushed some books with his tail.

_“_Watch the tail!”

“Calm down woman, I simply moved them.” He replied, just as the books were knocked over.

“Don't make me rethink my offer dragon!” she thrust a small finger towards his snout, so close to his snout he could simply lean forward and touch it.

“Fine Matilda, we can stay here, and... I will refrain from trying to make a mess.”

“Good.” Matilda nodded, as the bell she had pointed out before rang loudly. It's sound reverberating off the walls. She turned towards the stairway, then quickly back to them. “One second if you would, apparently I have a customer.” Matilda held up a finger and casually walked up the stairs.

Veledar followed her movement with his snout, then curled his neck back instantly when she was up the stairs and out of view. “So, what is the idea of getting into the castle? I know it might be fun to sit in this lab for a bit. Considering I was tortured all day by being human.” He held a paw to his chest and tried to look hurt. It truthfully wasn't hard; he dipped his snout slightly and lowered his eyes.

“Weeeeellll, I've had an idea brewing in my head the entire time I've been here.” Lyndis placed her teacup down with a small clink. “Despite Crimson Sky’s whining here of course.”

“Heeeeeey” He pouted, pulling his neck backwards and rustling his wings.

“Although...” Lyndis turned to Arcturus with a concerned look on her face, “Arcturus and ole walking carpet over there might not exactly like it.” Her lips curled into a grin.

“And why would I not exactly like it?” The human raised an eyebrow.

“Because...It might involve the inclusion, of less than how would you say, desirable people?”

“Wonderful.” Arcturus replied in a monotone voice.

“Well lass, I didn’t hear a no.” Merlia whispered loudly, not even hiding she was covering her mouth with the backside of her hand.

“You know I'm not deaf now, right?” Arcturus rolled his eyes.

“Are you sure? There have been times you have fooled me.” Veledar moved his head towards the human and gave him a playful tap with his snout right on his back,

Lyndis swallowed down her laugh. “I could set up a meeting with a contact of mine. He might be able to find us a way into the castle, and away from prying eyes.”

Veledar gave a rumble of approval, as his spines flexed a bit out. “Excellent idea Lyndis, of course I hope it goes better than your last foray into the underbelly of a town.”

“What happened last time?” Asterion asked.

“We got attacked by a gang.” Arcturus whispered back.

“Lyndis, how do you know these people? I thought you had never been to Entis in your life?” Veledar tilted his head to the side and shifted his tail to the other side of his body.

“I never said that. I remember telling you to count yourself lucky they only stole your book, and to consider it gone!” She raised her hands slightly, “Although look at me now, no better, planning the entire thing now.”

Veledar's chest swelled with pride, “Not so much a crazy plan, is it?”

“Sure, not now it isn’t.” She gestured to all the others. “When you first graced me with the plan it was just you, a head strong dragon. Now though? You have a skilled ex-paladin of Lumara, the best damn ranger I have ever seen, Asterion over there, and of course myself.”

“You still haven’t explained how you know these people, don’t think I’ll let you avoid the question.”

“Well let’s just say I visited here a year ago on my journey and I was a…thing getter.” She coughed into her hand trying to hide the last bit.

Veledar narrowed his eyes instantly, “You mean this entire time you actually have been...a thief?!” He moved his snout frills back and forth as he snorted a patch of warm air at the half-elf, scattering any loose papers that were still left on the table.

“Yes?” Lyndis winced.

“HAH I knew it!” Veledar swept his tail to the floor, catching Arcturus' chair and pulling it out from under him. The human fell to the ground with a thud and a pained sigh.

Everyone burst out laughing as Arcturus pulled himself up, dusted himself off, grabbed his knocked over chair and once again sat down. “You know we should chain that thing up.” Arcturus laughed, rubbing his backside with his right hand.

“Sorry about that.” Veledar lowered his head.

“You know Crimson Sky for someone who keeps giving me shite about being a thief, you certainly have not thrown me to the wayside.” Lyndis said with an amused smile.

He curled his neck so he could face her, “Well that's because someone must keep a watchful eye on you my dear Lyndis. I must make sure you do not steal any more of my hireling's things.” He gave her a tooth filled grin.

“So besides being a thing getter, I did jobs for them. Thrill of the jobs and all that.” she waved her hand dismissively. “So, I figure I scour around and find my old contacts.” Lyndis crossed her arms and looked at the others, amber eyes burning with confidence.

“Well, I for one think it’s a good plan.” Veledar turned to look at the others in turn, who seemed to agree over it as well.

“I have a suggestion.” Arcturus held up a hand, “Although I do like your plan mind you. I suggest we have a plan b as it were. You know just in case things go...”

“Tits up lad?” Merlia laughed.

“South.” Arcturus finished, ignoring the chuckling from the dwarf.

“You should relax Arcturus; I'm sure Lyndis plan will be a success. Perhaps you should unwind and be a bit less worrisome?” Veledar replied, lowering his snout close to the human, and giving him a grin.

“Wish I had your optimism at times Veledar.” He turned his attention to Merlia, “You can travel safely outside this room without a disguise, could you perhaps do some scouting for me?” You might be able to find some things I do not know about the castle.”

Merlia placed her flask down and dragged a thumb across her chin. “Sure, ting lad. Can ya sketch up a map of da walls?” Merlia reached into her pack and pulled out a rolled-up piece of manila parchment, rolled it out and secured the edges with several coins. She handed the paladin a small vial of ink and quill, letting him begin sketching out the walls.

Veledar watched him work as the human looked at the paper intently. He drew with broad strokes at first, then his hands seemed to come alive as he added little details here and there. He would have to remember to get the paladin to draw him sometime. He turned his head to inspect his red scales and tan membranes. He wiggled his tail back and forth to his own amusement, then he flexed the tail frill. _ He would naturally be at his full size of course, perhaps have the man capture him roaring? He then had a mischievous idea pop into his mind. That he could have his hinds spread so that the human could draw _all of him . Veledar chuckled to himself at the dirty thought, picturing how red the mans face might get as he locked eyes with his lance, that would be amusing.

“There, hope ya like it!” Arcturus pulled back; face painted with pride.

“Dats not half bad lad!” Merlia jabbed one of her fingers to the parchment. “I tink I can head here to scout out da place. Looks like da least pryin eyes spot.”

“So, what are the rest of us to do while Lyndis and Merlia do the real work?” Veledar yawned. He stretched his front limbs out, lowered his head, and raised his hind quarters like a cat. “Take a decent nap?”

“I will go to the temples. Go get reagents for special spells.” Asterion announced with a gruff voice.

“Once Matilda is back, I will head out.” Lyndis stood up and brushed herself off lightly. “That leave Arcturus and Veledar here to lay low.”

Arcturus folded his arms, irritation in his grunt. Clearly, he didn’t wish to remain here, sitting on his hands.

Veledar padded over to his human, planting himself beside him, “Don't like waiting Arcturus?”

“I hate being here, just sitting on my hands.” Arcturus replied, sounding more like an upset child than a grown man. “But I understand why I must. It's much safer for them to carry this out, and they do not need disguises.” Arcturus fidgeted in his seat, clearly still upset about the whole thing.

“Don't worry about that. I will of course take good care of you. I will keep you company, and with me I guarantee you will not notice the others are gone.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem at all, can't have my paladin dying of boredom after all!”

“SO, I HAVE YOUR ARMOR DOWN HERE IF YOU WANT A LOOK!” Matilda shouted out from up the stairs and down the hallway. “YOU SEE MY WORKSHOP IS MOSTLY FULL OF OTHER INVENTIONS OF MINE, NOTHING TO HIDE OF COURSE!

“Quiet” Lyndis whispered harshly as she waved to everyone to get around her.

“You could ask nicely.” Veledar hissed.

“Crimson Sky!”

“Okay, okay.” Veledar grumbled as he took his place around Lyndis.

_“_Hezdremhah Ilir” Lyndis muttered, causing a thin transparent field to shut off the area around them and the rest of the workshop.

“Oh, nice one Lyndis, I don't think they will see us through the transparent field.” Veledar muttered, his voice filled with sarcasm.

“I chose for us to see it that way!” Lyndis hissed in a whisper, bopping her hand against Veledar's snout.

“HEY!” he snarled at her, “I have a right mind to bite you!”

“Ya best not do that ya bloody dragon, or we're going to get caught.” She thrust a finger to the transparent field. “That's a major image illusion spell. I chose it to resemble the walls around here, and that is all they will see.”

_ _“Fine I won't bite you. I must say you win this round.” He sat down on his haunches and glared at the wooden stairs.

“Now as I said, don't be surprised by such a mess. I may have smashed some things around when I was done here last.” Matilda's voice came again from above, but much closer this time.

Matilda peaked her small head down the stairs for a moment, then the rest of her followed down as well. Her mouth opened slightly, as her eyes scanned the room. Veledar saw her adjust her goggles slightly, and then she smiled in response. Veledar wondered what this was all about, but then realized the gnome was not alone. Standing beside her was a human woman clad in a brown uniform, with gold lines stitched into the edges. She had a brown cloak wrapped around her neck complete with a broach in the shape of an eagle. Around her waist was a black leather belt, complete with a sword and scabbard. Her fierce blue eyes looked right at Veledar, and for a moment he wondered if she could see through the illusion of the wall. However, as she gave no other reaction he sighed in relief.

“Elwin.” Arcturus gasped, as the dirty blonde-haired lady took her last step on the stairs.

Her eyes traveled over every bit of the clutter, forming a scowl, “You really have a mess down here.” She stopped when she saw the destroyed table.

“Shite.” Lyndis cursed in a hushed whisper, “Thrice curse your tail.”

Elwin's eyes narrowed in suspicion, “What is with the table there? It looks like something came in here and demolished it.” She pointed at the table first, that the liquids still spilled on the floor.

“Oh, yea sorry about that.” Matilda laughed with a shrug, “I got carried away when an invention of mine didn't work.” She held up one of her arms and flexed it, “Sometimes I don't know my own strength.” She lowered her arm and scowled, “Or the man I bought these tables from pulled one over my eyes.”

“Indeed, I suspect your tables were poorly made then.” Elwin said sternly, although the look of suspicion on her face did not fade away. Her left hand moved to stay on the hilt of her stowed sword, as she padded into the room.

“Well course things have been tough and all, but my lady that did not stop me from makin the armor you wanted!” Matilda walked over to a corner of the room and tossed a few things over her shoulder. When she was done there was an object covered in an off-white sheet. It stood about four feet tall and roughly two feet wide. She grabbed the sheet with both of her hands and turned back to Elwin with a cocky grin. “Now feast yer eyes on this!” She pulled the sheet away to reveal a silver suit of armor with gold trimmings almost identical to Arcturus' own.

“That's beautiful!” Elwin exclaimed as she practically jumped for joy, only for her to catch herself and walk casually over. She reached out with a finger and traced it along the chest plate. “It's just like Arcturus' armor.” she said quietly.

“Well, ya wanted the best, and that's my design, and it was well paid for.” Matilda chuckled.

“I didn't know him much, but he was there when I became a paladin.” Elwin turned to Matilda and gave her a deep bow. “I am truly honored that you would bestow armor to me that will allow me to live up to his greatness.”

“Your w-welcome.” Matilda replied in surprise, “You don't have to bow you know, it’s just armor. Well...that's not true I guess.”

“And you will have it shipped to my quarters?” Elwin stood back up to her full height. 'I have a route to get back to and all.”

“You don't worry about it; I'll have it shipped soon as ya leave.” Matilda slung an arm around the woman and started to lead her back towards the stairs. “Glad you love the armor Elwin; I know you will do it proud. I hope you have a great rest of your day.” Matilda brought the paladin upstairs and returned a minute later with a look of relief on her face. “She’s gone!” she exclaimed as she wiped her brow with rag, “ya can drop the spell now.”

Veledar watched the shimmering field vanish as quickly as it had sprung into being. “You made a duplicate of my human's armor?” Veledar cocked his head to the side, “Now he doesn't look unique!” He snorted, causing Matilda to chuckle.

“What did ya expect me to do? I thought Arcturus here was dead, and a new paladin wanted the best armor I could make.” She held up her hands and rubbed two fingers together, “Besides they paid me quite well too.” She then held up her hands and formed a square as she looked at Arcturus. “Give me a day or so and I think we can get something arranged.” She closed one of her eyes and tilted her hands slightly. “Might have to work my magic and give you a new visual update. Slight discount on my usual fee mind you.”

“Why would you do that?” Arcturus asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Call it helping a friend like I always do.” She turned her head slightly to Veledar, “Besides.” Her eyes locked right on him, “I got a little bit of inspiration for something breathtaking.” She turned around on her heel and held her pointer finger high.

She walked over to another table and cleared stuff away, then spun around so fast making Veledar think she was going to fall and hurt herself. “I found something interesting after you vanished! I found a rock that fell from the heavens right outside the city walls! Matilda held in her hands something that looked like a sword. It had a silver cross guard, and the blade was as black as night. “It took all my skill to forge this thing, but boy is it sharp.” She chuckled, walking over carefully. “I would say it is sharper than adamantium.” She pointed to the old sword of Arcturus, “Besides that sword of yours is on its last legs as it is.”

“Nonsense my sword has been fine!” Arcturus protested, crossing his arms.

“Well than let me see the thing than and prove you wrong!”

“Fine!” Arcturus drew the old sword of his and placed it out for Matilda to see.

“Yup, look right here Arcturus.” Veledar watched her point to several lines in the metal blade. “Whatever stress you have been putting this through, whatever magic you have been working on it has damaged it. You’re lucky, your next bout with it your sword would most likely shatter it.”

“You made a sword out of Bahamut's tears?” Veledar gasped. He never thought of one of those ever falling to the surface, but it sounded exactly like what it was.

“Bahamut's what now?” Matilda asked, turning to him with a look of confusion.

“Bahamut's tears.” Arcturus explained, “It's an interesting story I can tell you about later. Is the sword supposed to be a gift?”

Matilda clutched the sword tightly and pulled it against her chest. “Well, I was going to give it to ya, but inspiration like the one I got demands I make small changes to it.”

“What kind of inspiration are you going on about?” Lyndis asked suddenly, “Now you have me intrigued.

Veledar saw Matilda's eyes once again turn to him, “Don't worry you will find out.” she gave the half-elf a grin.

Matilda nodded, “Now the bad news, you can't stay here.” She clasped her hands together, “Not with the paladin breathing down my neck now.” She jabbed a thumb towards the stairs. “I saw her eyes as she left, she was still suspicious of that table. You can't afford to have someone see you, and I can bet she will assign someone to watch me. Especially if they know your alive.”

Veledar groaned as he rolled his eyes and lowered his head. “So, what do you suggest we do gnome?” He rustled his wings slightly.

“MATILDA!” came the shout of a voice from upstairs, just as the bell rang once again.

“Gus!” Arcturus and Matilda practically said in unison.

Veledar felt a shiver of happiness spread through his body. He looked at Arcturus, who looked practically ecstatic. Were these the human’s emotions? Why was he sharing the human’s emotions? Was it because he was a paladin? He had never heard of such things before.

“GUS!” Matilda shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth. The gnome waved for them to stay as she made her way towards the stairs once again, then climbed them quickly. “WHAT BRINGS YOU TO ME WORKSHOP MY BOY?”

“Well, I was in the neighborhood and figured I would stop in and say hello!” replied this man called Gus. His voice seemed to be closer than before. Veledar pictured him walking down the hallway and meeting the gnome with a smile.

“You’re never going to believe who I found and is in my lab of mine right now! He will be so glad to see you,” Matilda then shouted so loudly and suddenly Veledar might have believed it came from a copper dragon. “And you meet his HUMAN friend!”

That was his cue, he supposed . Veledar touched his snout and recited the phrase for the transformation. In the blink of an eye, he was back in his human form, thankfully the smoke only lasted a second before vanishing. He grinned as he saw his clothes were still on him. He was so proud of himself he hardly noticed the overweight man Matilda had brought down.

The man in question had a beard so thick it was threatening to eat his face and was wearing chainmail that looked to be one size too small. There was a tiredness upon his features, lines clearly from stress. He was midway in conversation with Matilda when he stopped upon seeing Arcturus’ visage. There was a moment of confusion, disbelief and then happiness that spread across his features.

“A-Arcturus!” Gus bellowed out as he sprinted so quickly towards the human Veledar thought he might spot teal scales on his neck. Gus nearly tackled Arcturus as he pulled him into a bear hug. “Your alive!” Gus shouted in disbelief. “Gods above I knew it!”

“Good to see you as well my friend.” Arcturus pat the man on the back.

“How is this possible?” Gus pulled away, “And who are your friends?”

“Well about that.” Arcturus rubbed the back of his neck. “I can tell you about it later Gus, but I need a place we can stay for a while.”

“Arcturus, they said the dragon killed you. You owe me an explanation on where you have been this entire time.”

Veledar rolled his eyes. As interesting as the tale of their adventure was, he did not want to hear it again so soon. Thankfully Arcturus gave a very quick version and glossed over the major details. Although when he arrived at the part of their departure from the forest of despair, he neglected to mention that Veledar was still among them.

“So, what about the dragon? What happened to this Crimson Sky?”

“He went on his way, we went on ours. I promised I would get his book back for him, we both agreed that Entis was very dangerous for him.”

“So, is he what? Waiting for your group here to retrieve the book for him?”

“In a matter of speaking, but as I say again, we need a place to stay. Whatever is going on, the king wanted him dead like no one I have ever seen. He sent two airships and twenty-four of the constructs Gus, just for a single dragon!” Arcturus sighed, “Something rotten is going on here in Entis, and I need to see it brought to light.”

Gus let out a sigh, letting his shoulders rise and fall slowly. “Okay Arcturus, I trust you. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?” He clasped the knight on the shoulder, “You and your friends can stay with me, until this whole situation blows over, and you get that book back to the dragon. Will do a bit of explaining, Mary and Krotos are going to be surprised.”

“Krotos?” Asked Arcturus.

“Oh right, I forgot.” Gus chuckled, looking rather proud of himself, “Went and became a gryphon rider I did.”

“You have a gryphon living with you now!” Arcturus gasped.

“Yup, catbird and all of us hit it off, been flying for little over a month now. Had to move in together, our house was not big enough you see, and he lived at the aviary. So, we had to find a bigger house together, a gryphon sized house. Besides,” Gus shrugged, “when you work for the guard long enough it sort of sets you up to eventually become a rider after enough time.”

“Right, I forgot about that. Well how is it living with a gryphon than?”

“Interesting to say the least, you did not mention that they become part of the family, and you theirs.”

“Does that bother you?” Arcturus raised an eyebrow.

“No but it was strange going to the aviary and having like thirty gryphons all excited to meet you and greet you like a brother.” Gus laughed, “had me honestly shocked.”

“Anyway, I am sure it will be fine, Mary and Krotos love company. Although I think he likes it too much, he likes to sing for them. Mary on the other hand will be head over heels to see you, considering we thought you were dead.” Gus stood up and gave everyone an infectious smile. “Wait until you all try her cooking.” he held two fingers to his mouth as if pinching it. “Delish.”

“I don't know lad. We been spoiled ova da last couple of days.” Merlia chuckled, stashing away her flask.

“And I don't think your mate's cooking could hold up to what I have had.” Veledar added, not wanting to feel left out of the conversation.

“Well, you will just have to see about that mister....” Gus turned to Arcturus, “You never mentioned this guy’s name, what was it?”

Veledar cleared his throat and extended his right hand. “Pavel at your service.” He grabbed Gus' hand and started shaking it with a smile. “Just a normal human adventurer.”

Gus just gave him a confused look as he did not tear his hand away. “Sure. Arcturus you sure do meet the most interesting people.” He chuckled. “Shall we get on our way than?”

“Yer not even gonna tell ya wife first? Won't she be surprised wen ya show up wit da lot of us?” Merlia slung her pack onto her back and stood up.

“As I said Mary loves guests!” Gus laughed, “Besides its to help a friend.... she’ll understand.”

With a hearty laugh, Matilda bid them goodbye, promising the paladin that his sword would be ready in two days’ time.

Gus led them up the stairs after Arcturus had his disguise recast on him. Veledar frowned as the appearance of his human changed back to his previous disguise. They were swept out into the street by Matilda, ending with a slamming door and a startling of a nearby alley cat. Veledar took a deep breath as they trailed on after the guard, hoping that this stint of his being human would not last too much longer.

Gus brought them towards a district dominated by towers that reached towards the sky itself, many of the buildings themselves larger than the rest they’d seen thus far. Every roof had a perch that was the perfect size for gryphons, so they might land and gaze down upon the sprawling masses below. Elsewhere was doubled in size, perfect for the feathery creatures to land and spread their wings wide, complete with cleared sections so they might land safely without disturbing traffic. The dragon was amused at all the gryphon focused shops, taverns, and bars, remembering his time in Trost. Why couldn’t everywhere else not be like this?

Eventually they were brought to a house different from the others, it was painted a rather light shade of blue instead of the typical tan of everything else. It was two stories, the first being made of stone. It had one small, grated window of metal that rested right next to a large, sturdy wooden door. Above the first floor was what looked to be the main living area, with numerous supports connecting the first to the second. Atop this place was a black roof, complete with a weathered perch.

“Well here we are! Home sweet home!” Gus beamed.

“This is quite the nice hovel you have here.” Veledar folded his arms.

“House.” Lyndis whispered next to him. “It's a house.”

“House! I mean what a nice house you have!”

“Well Gus I would love to stay and chat buuuuut I have a meeting to set up.” Lyndis said, shaking the man's hand. “I will be back later, say hi to the Mrs. for me.”

“Well just make sure you are back by six bells, that's when Mary typically has dinner ready for us.” Gus let go of her hand and gave her a slight wave, “Take care of yourself.”

“I can handle myself.” Lyndis chuckled, turned, and faded into the crowds in the blink of an eye.

“Don't have too much fun without me!” Veledar shouted, cupping his soft hands around his mouth.

“I dun tink she heard ya lad.” Merlia pushed passed him, “Got a place ta tie up da mounts?”

“Nonsense, of course she heard me.” Veledar turned, crossing his arms. “She has those elven ears of hers.”

“Why yes Merlia, we have a stall nearby we keep Mary's horse.” Gus gestured for the group to follow and led them to a large stall that was close to the house. It seemed to be a communal area where other horses were being kept. Inside contained pens that were large enough for each horse to move around in and lay down. In no time at all, all four mounts were inside a stall that Gus had pointed out was his. If the horses felt crowded at all, they did not seem to mind at all.

“I figure I can save ya da trouble of havin another one in dere.” Merlia held out her hand and waved it to Ulga. “Okay Ulga, I tink it might be time ta turn back.”

The small pony started to fade into a white light and started to shrink quickly. In a matter of seconds all that remained of the small pony was a small orb of light. It floated roughly two feet above the ground, before flying to Merlia's outstretched arm. The orb circled her arm, until it found a pouch in her pack to nestle into.

“What was that!” Gus said in surprise.

“Ulga is a spirit lad, dun get ur panties twisted about it.” Merlia chuckled, as Gus tried to regain his composure.

“Guess you lot see much stranger things outside the city walls huh? Just like the spasts Garroth was talking about.”

“Ghasts.” Arcturus corrected the man, holding up one of his fingers.

“Oh right, the ghasts.” Gus smacked his head with the palm of his hand, “How could I have forgotten that?” The human stood there for a moment, before clapping his hands together. “Well now that the mounts are settled in for the night.”

“Who will feed them?” Asterion snorted.

Gus, along with everyone else jumped slightly with the bulls’ words. Gus took a moment to recover as he stood back up and took a breath. “Wow you are really startling with your words friend. Perhaps you should talk more so that it is not a surprise.”

“I talk when I need to.” Asterion replied as he turned to the house.

“Well, the stable boy comes and in feeds all the mounts. I will be sure to leave a tip for the lad for taking care of several more horses this eve.” Gus waved to them, as he padded over towards the stalls exit. “Well let’s go back to my place and share the excellent news!”

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