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Originally posted by Attalus:
OLD SKUA (To Skye) "Ah, the dragon! Big ol' worm, ain't he? Yeah, if you wanna sins a song about power and the beauty of flyin' free, blocking out the sun, an' lookin' for aybody that you might come across, he'd be your subject. Stick around, I'll give ye some o' my greens, and you may see him comin' out of his den over younder. But, we'll have to be hidden, and not move nary a bone, for he can see a cony twitch, he can, an' he'll be hungry."
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Skye smiled. "Thank you, that's very kind. But surely there's a way to get closer, mayhap when the wyrm is asleep? Rather nervewracking(sp?) to compose a ballad when you can't move, out of fear of being eaten.. Rumour is, he has some sort of princess holed up there with him. Why doesn't he just eat her? Too bony?" Skye then handed the old hermit some elven mead that she had grabbed at the tavern. "Here, we can share this with your greens. Too bad there aren't any elves to share it with.. haven't seen any of my kind for a long time.. Er, I think..." she scratched her head in consternation, the beginning of a headache coming on as she struggled to remember.