Ivaran steps out of the boat, tying it to a cypress tree on the edge of the water. Sure of the waterproofness of his boots, he walks decisively through the thin patch of trees, long coat sweeping through the shallow water. A deep green dragon follows him, excitedly splashing and stirring up mud. She snaps at a fleeing salamander. As the water slopes up and loses depth, he picks her up out of the water and tucks her into his bag.  A moment later, they break through the tree line. 
The man shades his eyes and sighs. [i][color=B2FFFF] Here we are. [/color][/i] He grimaces, just a little. [i][color=B2FFFF] All’s well that ends well. We made better time than I had expected. I just would have hoped to come under the cover of night. [/color][/i]
[i][color=CAE6B3] And I, the cover of palm leaves. [/color][/i] The little dragon might have rolled her eyes, had they functioned like a humanoid’s. [i][color=CAE6B3] We are here. No point complaining. [/color][/i] She curls up, worming herself under a blanket, and chirps lightly.
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He given directions to a room and begins his way up a staircase. As he nears the room, his nose, although dulled by taking human form, picks up the scent of another werecat. He knocks on the worn oak door, and waits.