Description
After defeating the Allips in the Great Library of Greyhawk City, Elaida, Faerynn and Laurylhee slipped out through the back gate, anxious to avoid the Guard's indiscreet questions, or worse, arrest. Under the rain which had not ceased to fall of the evening, they intended to sow all pursuing in the maze of alleys before regaining the Green Dragon Inn where Taban, Rayen and Zhenyr were to await them...
"Pssst! Laurylhee!"
Surprised to hear herself being hailed by her first name, the magician stopped and turned her head towards the voice. She distinguished a small draconic shape perched on a barrel that smiled.
"Pretty Laurylhee! Don’t you remember me?"
"Skor? "she ventured, incredulous. In a gesture, she held back Faerynn, who had put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and looked at the dragonling with a menacing look. "All is well. It's all right. I know him."
"I knew it! "Exulted the pseudodragon. "Pretty Laurylhee couldn't have forgotten Scorimongishaz!"
"But what are you doing here?"
"I was waiting for you. I need to talk to you. I thought I'd accost you in the library, but there was the rude intervention of these ghosts."
"Then that was you I saw you hiding between the shelves. And what do we have to talk about?"
Skor flew to her and hung on her shoulder. The claws hurted her. She sighed, resigned, taking him in her arms like a big cat. He emitted a satisfied sound before answering:
"Let's talk about it in a more comfortable place. Like your inn, the Green Dragon? I like the name very much, but not the color. And with something to eat ? "
"And I guess I'm going to have to carry you all the way there ? "
"Oh yes. If I flew I would attract attention." He concludes by placing his snout on the young elf's breasts and grimacing a smile, showing off his sharp teeth...
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