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The Pixie couldn’t help but notice that Almira was staring at his wings, all eight of them. She was inspecting him like one would do with an artifact from a far off land. But she did seem to come from a far off land herself, so maybe Pixies were a totally foreign concept to her.

Almira then spoke in Pataliputran again, saying something about going somewhere warm. Dumas could agree with that, as the chill of the mountain was penetrating his clothes and chilling his frame. The only reason he wasn’t completely frozen was the warmth in his body caused by his personal mana reserves. Dumas consciously focused the mana into his hands, hoping to keep them of use if a fight was to happen.

As he did so, Almira said something in another language to her crew members, causing them to scurry about. Almira then talked to the Dragon Lady, apparently being allowed to take the corpse of the fallen Dragon back to their base. This surprised Dumas, as he had assumed that Dragons have some sort of funeral rites. He also glanced at Catherine, knowing that she had wanted to stake claim to the body so that she could harvest and study from it.

But he looked back to Almira began speaking in Pataliputran, offering a ride on her mechanical horse to their base, as long as they did not attack them, or something to that affect. While Dumas was always up for trying new things, he had to admit that there was some trepidation when he heard the roar of the mechanical horse as she called it.

After denying Catherine’s ask for blood, which she said in Common by some kind of magic, Almira awaited a response from the gathered adventurers. They all took a few steps backward and huddled up to discuss Almira’s offer. Srikandi immediately advocated for going with the stranger as to avoid traversing at night.

Dumas initially agreed with her, before Catherine went on a rant, explaining why this was a bad deal. Truth be told, Dumas did believe that they should gain the right over the Dragon corpse, as they had killed it themselves, well not Dumas, but if they were nice they might give him some.

But then the Princess of his homeland spoke, eloquently bringing up many reasons why they couldn’t trust these strangers and that they might be acting in bad faith. It was a lot to mull over for the Pixie as he was torn with going to see whatever was out there and the need to be cautious. After a minute of considering both sides in his mind, Dumas came to what he thought was a good compromise.

[color=#A8A5D4]“Your majesty, if I may speak freely. I believe that someone should go with them,”[/color] explained Dumas, [color=#A8A5D4]“Someone to assess these people and what their true intentions are. If they are truly from a far off land, we do not know if they were truly explorers, or if they came as conquerors. Clearly they have magic and machines the like that none of us have seen before. Someone does need to figure out what is going on.”[/color]

Dumas then took a deep breath before continuing, [color=#A8A5D4]“And I volunteer myself. I am skilled in magic and blade, and if things go sour I could always escape. Even with their mechanical pegasi, I don’t think they would be able to track a one foot Pixie flying in a snowstorm. If this is acceptable, then I suggest we introduce me as a representative of the people of Friestan. Hopefully they would buy it.”[/color]

Dumas knew that volunteering for such a role put himself in a lot of potential danger. He would have to play nice with these strangers and do nothing to incite a war. That was unless the war was happening, and he needed to escape to warn the lands of Friestan. Either way it was a lot of responsibility for a Pixie who kind of just wandered around through life, never trying to amount to much.

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