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[Color=crimson]Time:[/color] Morning → Afternoon
[Color=crimson]Location:[/color] Port 10
[Color=crimson]Interaction:[/color] Carneylus [@Dezuel] [/center]

Mead and good food had granted the large dragonborn demihuman a long and rich slumber in a room he had rented out. He awoke in the late morning oddly enough in a wheat field. As the high sun prepared for noon,  its warmth and light pulled Valaeon from sleep. He quickly jumped up with an excited roar.

[Color=crimson]"A field of all places?! Who would have guessed that it would make for great bedding?!"[/color] He laughed boisterously with a hand at his gut. Below him was an imprint of his giant winged body in the field. He held a toothy grin at the sight of his unintentional art. He had not remembered how he wound up outside of the port town or fallen asleep in a field for that matter, but the world was still intact. Besides, he was sure Carneylus would prevent him from overdoing himself.

He took in his surroundings, also noting he was alone. Then… his stomach growled. 

[Color=crimson]"Hmm… Time for…"[/color] He looked up at the position of the sun. So high… [color=crimson]'Brunch! Two meals in one sitting!"[/color] He cheered before launching himself in flight towards the port town. 
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After such a long and hearty brunch, Valaeon happily marched around town. He spoke to whomever he deemed friendly or harmless, which to him, meant everyone. During his many conversations, he got a tip from someone who had fled Roshmi by pegasus claiming Aklenroth's forces had failed to locate Risa Millinia and many of the figures that had spoken up during the ball. There was a note made of a woman yelling for people to travel to a port. It was now sometime after that in which Valaeon had much time to ponder this information, and there had been a few trips to a particular fruit stand

[Color=crimson]"Carneylus!"[/color] Valaeon roared for his friend, a peeled avocado held in his clutches and a beaming smile on his face. His usually white teeth had stained green from how many of his favorite fruit he had eaten. [Color=crimson]"Carneylus, my friend! You must hear me!"[/color] Several people around winced at the loud dragonborn who sat down outside of an inn he planned to successfully sleep in the next time night fell.