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The silver haired Pixie stood stiff, in complete fear as the other adventurers attacked the Dragon. It seemed that Dumas’ attempt to pay the toll had been completely ignored, as everyone threw everything they had at the lizard. This would culminate in the martial artist landing a death blow on the Dragon.

Dumas was shocked as the Dragon drooped along the snowy mountainside. Unfortunately so did the martial artist, who collapsed in exhaustion. It seemed that a good chunk of the group had been injured in the battle. Snapping out of his shock, Dumas immediately began rooting through his pockets, trying to find the right herbs for healing the wounds. But the Princess of Oberia beat him to it, healing the damage with a magic touch spell.

Seeing this, Dumas put the herbs back into his pockets, figuring that they could be of use at some other point. Plus it would make sense to keep a reserve as he would have to go back to the Pixie lands to get more. Then one of the other adventurers asked him his name.

[color=#A8A5D4]“First off, I’m a Pixie. We’re not the same as Fairies. And second, I am Dumas, the Knight of the Deep Wood. But it is good to meet a fellow knight,”[/color] Dumas replied with a smile, [color=#A8A5D4]“I have been dispatched from the hidden forest as I am skilled with a blade and a master of wild magic. I will assist any effort to learn about the meteor.”[/color]

After introducing himself, Dumas looked over the rest of the adventurers, taking stock of their current state. The healing magic had seemed to help those who were hurt by the Dragon, but what caught Dumas’ attention was the lady harvesting the Dragon’s body. It was a sight that he never thought that he would see as he never heard of a mortal taking down a Dragon, and even when they died naturally, their bodies are hidden from the eyes of the other races.

After he got over the novelty of the fallen Dragon, Dumas walked over to the woman, wanting to see what exactly she was taking from it. Dumas had heard that in ages past that Dragon’s fangs were worth a lot when ground up into an aphrodisiac. Dumas started to figure out how to properly ask for the woman to harvest some pieces for the Pixie, when something caught his attention from the corner of his eye.

Dumas turned to see that a much larger Dragon approaching the adventurers at a fast rate. Before he could do anything, the Dragon landed near Dumas. Now Dumas could see that there were several people riding on the back of the Dragon. Then the Dragon lowered its head, allowing the riders to slide down onto the mountain. The lady at the front of the group then began to speak. Dumas immediately recognized it as accented Pataliputran. Dumas was semi-fluent in the language, knowing all the common words and being able to speak in broken sentences.

The odd lady had greeted them then said something about not murdering anyone. But this statement did not help alleviate Dumas’ fears as the large Dragon stared at the Dragon corpse next to Dumas. Then the Dragon Knight replied in Pataliputran, also with a greeting and then asking if they were adventurers. If they were, they were some of the strangest that Dumas had ever seen. Their style of clothing was very different than Dumas had ever encountered in his travels.

Dumas took this brief distraction to slink away from the fallen Dragon, changing back into his one foot form. He felt a little bit bad over abandoning the lady who was harvesting the Dragon as the older Dragon transformed into a human form and approached her. The Dragoness then asked about how the other Dragon died, demanding the truth. As Dumas looked at the intense Dragoness, he got the feeling that she would be able to tell if the lady lied.

Dumas hoped that the alchemist would be truthful, and that the truth would be successful. Dumas highly doubted that the Gods would let them survive two Dragon encounters in one day. Instead Dumas turned to the Humans who had arrived with the Dragon. Hopefully they would be reasonable, but all Dumas could do was hope. His handle of the Pataliputran language wasn’t good enough to negotiate with these strangers.

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