[CENTER][h2][color=FFD700]Illa Dragon-Scaled and Nameless[/color][/h2][/CENTER]

The kobold grumbled as she slowly woke, wondering what in the nine hells did she drink last night? Those memories, they seemed to be her's, but also didn't. And what about... Sudden panic filled her as she looked around the room for her little gold drake. She was ready to burn the place to the ground looking for her... before sighing in relief as she noticed the drake asleep beside the bed. [color=FFD700]"I think that dwarven whiskey had gone bad last night... has us having nightmares of elves and freaky eye things..."[/color]

She would pause as they mentioned tattoos and looked up at her own arm. The kobold typically didn't wear clothing under her beloved armor, simply bindings over... nothing really, so the tattoo its self was in full display, tarnishing her gold with brass vitiligo scales that she cherished deeply. [hider=In draconic][color=FFD700]"Who in the nine..."[/color][/hider]

 She would suddenly roll onto her belly, looking over Nameless to see if she too had the mysterious markings. 

[hider=Failing an investigation role.][url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/30648[/url][/hider]