[color=MediumVioletRed][center][h1]Dullin[/h1][/center][/color]

Dullin watched the others walk past her, and she sulked as she sat next to the now much healthier dragonborn. A chance to flex her literary prowess was nothing compared to speaking with as spirit. Eager to leave as she may be, a mix of fear of the brute and pity had her oblige him. With a grumble, she prodded him for answers, though her eyes kept shifting to the door to the back.

[color=MediumVioletRed]"Go on then"[/color] She griped stoically in his language. It was uncanny how the tables had turned. Now she was the one grunting out short sentences and struggling to keep up.
[color=MediumVioletRed]"But I haven't exactly got all day"[/color] She continued, encouraging an abridged story.