(Sorry for the delay. I have three people to reply to. We can post, but let's not get too far ahead of Caits).

[@Eviledd1984]

"Oh. Well, Adykon did say that he was expecting a visitor, but he didn't tell me it was you. Unless I forgot..." Aerta thought about it for a moment. "Well, anyway, we've got a bit of an issue with a rebel kobold who seems to have rallied a tribe or something like that. It's not a danger to any dracon army, but they can attack civilians, like this poor female over here. As for why Adykon called you, I am unsure. We're both mages, but maybe he wanted someone to help him on a mission? I'm a bit busy on the farm to go with him. At "least, I [i]was[/i] too busy. This kobold thing could be a problem if I don't do anything about it."

Aerta closed the door behind him. "You can stay if you want, just take off those... foot shoes. Not sure if you need them, but I don't want them around the house." 

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[@bloonewb]

Aerta then turned to Krakas. "Sorry about that. Lots of things happening at once. Kinda hard to deal with 'em all. So, your son is leading some kind of rebellion. He's more likely to get himself and his followers killed than anything else. Where do you think he's gotten off to?" 

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[@WingsOfBronze]

Ophion was a well-known archmage of Minbenthac. He and his wife Aurescia operated the city's largest and best-known magic store, a true one-stop emporium for almost all magical or alchemical needs. He frequently had to make trips to other cities to acquire rare and exotic ingredients, and today's trip by portal to Hurthithes (called Hurth for short) was no different. No stranger to outsiders, he couldn't help but think he recognized a member of a blue-furred fox species, being somewhat similar to another fox-like species he had adventured with before, in his quest to stop Dememoras alongside Adykon. That was many years ago.

Clad in his rich silk robes, the red-skinned mage approached Fasuto, who was busy examining the market's fresh produce.

"Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt. Are you- oh. Sorry. I thought you were someone else. We don't get very many foxes around these parts."