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[color=C0C0C0]Bluemoon kept the pace as she led him deeper into the Den. They kept close to the walls and stayed well out of the way of any dragon that streaked down the path, stretched their wings, or whatnot. The denizens of the Scorpion’s Den were just as hot-blooded as the desert that surrounded them, SandWing or not. It was best to stay out of the way, especially when the night cooled and the town became more tolerable to roam. It only took a short amount of time for them to reach the bazaar, where stallkeeps brandished their wares as they lined the stone walls. Jewelry, pottery, meat, and whatnot– anything could be found there, and everyone knew it. Bluemoon’s muzzle wrinkled as a hybrid waved skewers of meat like a cat’s tail. Such energetic stall-workers would do anything to sell their wares– and she had become much more wary of them. Especially after [i]that[/i] time. Her stomach churned and a shudder passed through her spine. Boar would never taste the same.  

As they traversed the bazaar, Bluemoon cast several glances over her shoulder to make sure that Hemlock still followed. Each time she saw him, she was more and more relieved. It would mean chaos if she lost him here. [color=2B547E][i]Well,[/i][/color] she pondered as she took note of the color of his scales. [color=2B547E][i]Maybe not.[/i][/color] Now that she thought of it, he did look a bit too unique, even for a RainWing or SeaWing. 

She turned to answer his question. [color=2B547E][b]”The Scorpion’s Den might lie within the bonds of the SandWing kingdom, but many dragons, like the downtrodden, shunned, or exiled, reside here so they can pursue new lives.”[/b][/color] Bluemoon motioned towards the bazaar with her left wing. [color=2B547E][b]”Many learn crafts or become treasure hunters. Others wander around points of interest, like the bazaar, and offer their strength.”[/b][/color] 

Bluemoon’s mouth opened to speak again, but she noticed that she was on the verge of rambling. She closed her jaws and watched Hemlock in anticipation. Hopefully what she said made sense to him.[/color]