[color=c4df9b]"[i]Ghuh...huff...huff...guh[/i]...oh man..."[/color] De'kae N'nm the druid huffed and puffed up the massive stairs that lead up to Lord Ahrimar's devil fortress. The heat was really blazing down on the cold-blooded creature who was used to more temperate climes. Her reptilian fingers wrapped tightly around her staff of branches and leaves, and she pulled herself up each step with less and less enthusiasm each time. A limp had made itself more and more pronounced, her right leg weaker than her left leg.

	[color=c4df9b]"This is it...I...I'm done for..."[/color] De'kae fell to her booted knees. [color=c4df9b]"Owly...Owly...come closer."[/color] The owl that had nested itself in her large brimmed black hat fluttered dispassionately down onto the steps infront of her.

	[color=c4df9b]"Tell my mother...I fucking hate her."[/color] De'kae requested. The owl gave her a look.

	[color=c4df9b]"What? Oh, right."[/color] De'kae reached into her satchel and produced a rubbery clear 'canteen' with a top made of vegetation. Like some kind of hollowed out, clear fruit, full of glittering water. She put it too her non-existent lips and used her long tongue to guide the water down her throat. Wiping her mouth, her big yellow eyes considered the bird before her. Cool water flowed through her body and cooled down her veins and blood.

	[color=c4df9b]"Owly, do you think this is a good idea?"[/color] She asked the bird. [color=c4df9b]"I mean, I don't like this invasive species of humans as much as the next girl but..."[/color] She squinted up at the fortress with her dual pair of eyelids. [color=c4df9b]"This place is not friendly. My bad leg is [i]killing[/i] me. I should have asked a giant eagle for help."[/color] De'kae N'nm yawned. 

	She sat on the staircase, pocketing the waterplant into her satchel.[color=c4df9b] "I'm just gonna take a break here for a lil bit." [/color] She crawled up a few steps, putting in just a little more effort in order to get herself under the shade of one of many spiked perimeter walls. [color=c4df9b]"Just a little breakey break."[/color] 

	[color=c4df9b]"...Just a little- [i]Zzzznnnn...zznnn...[/i]"[/color] Her head and eyelids drooped, the lizardfolk falling fast asleep from her trek into Ahriman's kingdom and up his many steps. Snoring softly she leaned up against the wall, her branch-like staff laid across her lap. . Rolling his eyes, the owl flew back up into of her hat and began picking at his feathers with his beak.