So, after getting some assurance from Dorisma, I began walking towards the nomads. They pointed their weapons and poles at me, but I assured them that I was nothing more than a gambler looking to make some money. They raised their weapons as an old and hunch-backed Kobold (presumably their leader) waddled towards me, strafing around and sniffing at every corner of my body. "Er... so, you guys willing to make a few extra bucks for the journey ahead?" I asked, somewhat uncomfortable but ordered by temptation of money to stand my ground.

Though, immediately the village elder raised his head and scowled at me, cracked teeth showing as he quickly crawled back to his cart and ordered his men to move. "Hey, come on!" I felt as if someone just warned them that I was conman, pretty unfair considering I just wanted to break the silence. Perhaps being a Drake scared them. As the cart and the nomads trundled away, I walked back to Dorisma with my head pointed down. It took me a few seconds to raise my head up to Dorisma's height when I got to her. "Right, where were we?" I slipped my packet of cards into my pocket and started looking around like a meerkat, nothing of interest in the drier area. I swore I saw the outlines of the dust, but that was likely my imagination and a mirage playing with my mind.

"Oh, right! Dragon! Er..." I grasped my chin and - to my surprise - spotted a small but intimidating gang of dragons that seemed to be bragging about their latest exploits. I raised an eyebrow at the fact we could hear them from all the way here, as if- [i]IT'S A TRAP. That, or they're idiots for thinking they're alone.[/i] "Hey, Dorisma... you mind accompanying me over to those dragons?" I asked, unsure what good would come from questioning them. However, the more time I spent questioning myself, the less chance we'd actually find that damned egg.