Kriegaxt:
You wander into the outdoor shrine, which sits on a medium sized grassy lot. Most of the lot is covered by a large koi pond, an alter to some deity sits on an island in the middle of the body of water reachable only by a beautiful woodwork bridge. A handful of bright elves are scattered around the shrine in various positions of prostration and prayer. Most of them pay you no more heed than perhaps a glance or a nervous scowl. One elf however stares at you curiously from the bridge.
She wears no clothes, as she has such command over her amber colored aura she can use it to modestly obscure and protect individual parts of her body. Her hair has streaks of brown and gold, and is so long it trails several feet behind her on the ground: It is terribly knotted and wild, as if she has never cared for it a day in her life. Judging from her appearance you assume that she is just barely old enough to qualify as an adult, although with elves it is tough to tell.
She opens her mouth, and to your surprise, speaks in perfect German. "We don't get visitors here often, much less Greenskins. Tell me noble Orc, what brings you to the house of my lord Myval?"
Jaun:
You head off to the merchants guild and enter the building. The interior reeks of rotten fish and Halflings dart about from room to room frantically. Eventually you spot somebody who looks sort of important and pull him aside. You attempt to imitate the latin based language of the halfling on the beach, and explain that you need to see Kumar. The Halfling is reluctant to tell you where to find his boss, but you explain that you could have the wooden monsters moved. His disposition changes and he leads you through a series of short and narrow halls until you reach a gold trimmed door. You enter into a small but luxurious office.
Sitting at the desk is a Halfling so fat and bearded that one could easily mistake him for a dwarf. He turns to you and scowls. "I thought I told them no visitors today. I have school of huge wooden fish scaring off all my business, my monthly summit with Madam Greenscale this evening, and a trade caravan going to the capitol in three days. You think I have time to help some displaced high elf find a job?"
Everybody Else:
As you walk into town square the dragon finishes it's meal by swallowing the horse whole. "Alright. Thank you Piddlefoot. You are such a pragmatist, dealing with a sick horse and a required offering at the same time. I like that. Consider your family exempt from having to get me something next year." The beast says in a rough but distinctly female voice.
"Now then. Before I return to my home I would like to give a quick speech. First of all I would like you mortals to spread the word that House Leafist and House Seacopper are late on their offerings to me. If I don't see something from them by my next visit, they will draw my wrath." The dragon lets out a roar to punctuate her threat before continuing.
"Now, as for the business of the wooden monsters. Yesterday I flew out to sea, and got a close look. I will tell you now that what you see out on the ocean are not monsters, but warships bigger than any the world has seen before! And on those warships were more sailors than this town has citizens. Most of them wore uniforms, like they were in some sort of army and preparing to invade!" She anounces as she takes to the air. "Uniforms... like these!" She hisses as she lands in front of the group with a loud thud.
"Tell me mortals. Is it bravery or stupidity that compels you to attack a town under the watch of Amourux Greenscale?" The crowd and the dragon all stare at you.
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