Prophesied

"There is truth in Miss Tulkavoa're's words." He pronounces the strange name with no difficulty. "The Zeran family enjoys rare and exotic items. If these... dragonborn? If these dragonborn have the rarest goods on this planet then they would be a prime choice for trade. Do you know of anyone else, Mambele?"

Mambele nods. "Sounds like a good bet. Oh, the dwarves have plenty of rare artifacts of their own, but they're usually family heirlooms, and they wouldn't trade them for any price. The Tieflings like to play it mysterious, but they have more favors than goods to trade, for their craft is mostly curses. As for the Humans, there's nothing they don't trade freely, but that's the thing. Anything truly rare, they would have parted ways with at the first opportunity." He offers the Wilden a smile.

Fang sat there for a moment, munching on a piece of wolf. The wilden, as well as the half-elf, were pretty smart from what he gathered, and he felt that if they agreed on dragonborn being the best option, perhaps it was best to go with it for now. "Yeah, I'd say go check out the dragonborn too... though those guys can be pretty mysterious from what I've heard."

"Mysterious? They keep to themselves? Are they dangerous?"

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OOC: Yes, yes they are.

"I imagine a big dragon man thing would be quite dangerous, yes.", Fang says with a nod, munching on another piece of charred wolf.

"Do you mean that they may try to harm us and you?" Tullavoa're's eyes darken a bit.

"That is exactly what I meant, Miss Tulkavoa're." He grabs a piece of the well done meat.

The Wilden falls silent, her chin falling a little in thought. "But...this one does not understand. If the Pandrylshys can speak as we and you can, would they not know we and you mean no harm to them? Do they fight for food, like a bear? Or are they scared like those wolves?" It is clear the concept of war and fighting without provoking is alien to her.

Mambele winces. "Well, I can't imagine anyone I would less wish to oppose. They avoid all peoples as far as we know. They never leave their island, and suffer no one else to place a foot in it. My family has tried a few times to get in touch with people who claimed to be able to negotiate a trading agreement, but they all turned out to be flakes and phonies."

Fang sighed, drooping his head a bit, then moved a bit closer to Tulka. "Look... sometimes... people fight for the oddest reasons. Some people fight for love, or others fight for glory. And sometimes people fight just... well, for the sake of fighting. But what matters most is not why these people fight, but for WHAT they fight for." He looked to her, then glanced away, as if thinking about something.

Somehow Mambele's explanation roots in her brain and makes her understand. "So the Dragonborn are just protecting their den." The almost depressing air about her clears and she perks up again. The branches that make her hair seem to straighten a bit, and the leaves that adorn them quiver slightly as in excitement of her understanding.

Ricker nods at Mambele's statement. "He's right, son. Haven't heard a peep out of them since they fortified their island. Think they're better then us. Just because they're descended from dragons." He snorts. "Scaly bastards are nothing compared to the old dragons, though. Heard they're trying to turn back into them. Don't think they'll do it, though."

Menzo sighs once more and chews his food quietly as he listens. Finally he speaks up. "They are still our best bet by the sounds of it. Perhaps lady Lilith-Zeran believed they would feel different about those of elemental origin." He sits back up and looks around the group. "I cannot promise you safety. I can only promise to take you with me if we succeed. If you don't wish to come, I understand, but this may be your only chance to survive."

Mambele seems oddly affected by Ricker's comment. Though not the majority, he has met his share of fellow half-elves who deny a half of their heritage, trying to somehow assure their descendants will be as much human or elf as possible. The though of Dragonborns trying to purge their humanoid ancestry touches a nerve. He grows quiet for a moment.

"... I'll go. But not because I'm worried about surviving the end of the world. " He glanced up towards Zeran. "I'm looking for someone, and perhaps this person wound up living amongst those overgrown lizards. It's really the only place i haven't looked yet that I can think of..."

"We will go because we must. Our hearts yearn to stay with our mother, but she refuses to let us root."

"Mambele? Ricker?"

Ricker sighs. "Right now, I just want to get my ribs fixed. Even then I don't think I can do much fighting." He thinks for a moment. "I suppose I can tag along. I'm not ready to die just yet." He clutches his chest. "Besides, I've got a few assets that might come in handy for such a long journey."

Mambele cannot force a discreet smile. "Well, I for one wish to meet the lady who managed to succeed where us lesser merchants have failed. Let's go meet these Dragonborn."

"Then we are agreed!" Menzo can't help but smile. "Let us rest. I'm sure we could all use it."

"I'll take the first watch. You guys get some sleep." Ricker sits with his back to the fire, watching into the woods. There is a slight smile on his face as he clutches his chest, or something hanging near his chest.

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OOC: We'll be skipping to the morning, assuming that you all took a watch. Menzo is chosen for last watch and will wake you up when we are ready to continue.

Everyone is at full hit points and action points have been reset to 1.

Everyone can add 1 trail ration due to leftover wolf.

Menzo walks around the camp lightly kicking everyone awake. "Get up! It's time to move!" Something seems different about his voice. When you open your eyes you see that he looks different as well. His blood red skin has turned to a charcoal grey. His flames have died out, replaced with a choking smoke. His energy lines are the same but his eyes, instead of being a bright yellow, look like dying embers. "It's time to go you lazy louts!" His personality, so polite before, has taken a turn for the worse.

OOC: What kind of check could I possibly do to figure out why he's so different all of a sudden?

OOC: You could just ask but an Arcana check would work.