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"Gren, show some respect for the dead, man." Alph was watching him, one hand up toward his shoulder, absentmindedly stroking the dragon's head. Ashwing. "Whoever that is, they put these eggs here. We owe them."

Four young men had entered the cabin, and four dragons had hatched. This was amazing, unprecedented. Alph knew some about the dragon riders of old from songs, though the Empire wasn't fond of hearing them. Dragons chose their riders. How likely was it that all four of them had been chosen? Perhaps the eggs had grown impatient. That body looked ancient, how long could a dragon's egg sit? There was a lot he didn't know.

But at least one thing he did know, a little too well. "You guys," he said, "We can't stay here. I mean, in Mashal. If the Empire finds out four new dragons hatched... They don't like it when I sing songs about the riders. I don't think they'll like four new ones."

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Shoot, I don't know how we go back without people knowing about our dragons. Do we hide them and leave them behind? Do we just walk right into town with our dragons slung over our shoulders? Bundle them under our cloaks?

Either way, Alph is going to want to return. He's got money, his sword and fiddle, and his horse that he'd like to grab. He didn't leave the house ready for travel.

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@ViolentViolet I'd play your dragon if you like.

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Well that's how I'd write if I were writing a book, and typically that's how I do write, but I also want to make sure that everything is understood, even to someone who might *cough* just be skimming the posts.

I don't do this to make great works of literature, I do it to have fun. So I write in whatever way makes it easiest for everyone to follow.

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Oh, and I kind of imagined that all of them hatched at the same time, and the room gets plunged into chaos for a few minutes.

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@Ceta de Cloyes That's just what's most typical. Maybe Alph won't even use his hands when casting magic, and actually having it on his chest kind of resonates with the idea of him being a spellsinger, too(both the music and the magic coming from his chest).

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Using individual colors for speech helps too, and will help even more for this. I chose orange for Alph to sort of match the color of his dragon. I figure for Ashwing we can do a darker orange. so that they are similar but distinct.

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I really hope I'm not too forward with that post. I just got a little trigger happy.

I followed what was laid out in the OOC as best as I could.

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"Oh, I mean to go down," Alphonse said, but he stopped by the desk to grab a leg of the broken chair that was by it. He wrapped it in a piece torn from the strange material of the cot, and poured what was left of his ale skin onto it. When he touched it to Gren's torch, it lit up.

"This won't last as long as yours, so let's make it count."

He stepped boldly down the tunnel with his slightly dimmer makeshift torch. The stairs went down a short way into darkness, and Alph nearly tripped when the floor suddenly leveled out. He searched along the tunnel walls, it kept going to who knew where. But not far from the stairs he found more papers, these ones written on.

"Gale," he called back in a whisper thick with excitement, "Come read these." Alphonse meanwhile was distracted by the set of rounded stones he had found. They glimmered brilliantly in the light of his and Gren's torches. They were different colors, and horribly attractive. One in particular was the shining orange of burnished bronze. What he first took for a reflection of his torch, he quickly realized there was a spot glowing inside of the stone.

"What kind of... what are these?" He wanted to reach out for one, but a last shred of caution stayed his hand.

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Alph didn't appear to have a problem with Gale's rash actions, in fact, he seemed to have been about to do that himself. The interior of the hut was a little disappointing, but Alph still walked in cautiously. He kicked at the papers on the floor as he walked toward the stone desk, but none of them seemed to have ever been touched by a quill. Gale picked up a letter from the desk, and Alph peered into the leather sack.

"Coin," he said, holding the bag out toward the others. "Silver as well as copper." His voice was flatter than such a fortunate discovery should have warranted. He was a little disappointed by this. Something had felt like it was building up, and this just didn't seem to be worth the excitement.

He looked around, and stomped his foot a moment, a look of curiosity spreading across his face. "Hey now," said he, "Does anyone think this hut might be just a little smaller on the inside? Here look, you can see light between the planks on these three walls," he pointed to the one they'd come from, and two others, "But not that one. I bet there's something behind it, someone was hiding out here. I've seen things like these in taverns, they help smugglers hide contraband."

He knocked on the offending wall, finding it sounding hollow, like there was another wall on the other side rather than empty space.

"Do your axe again here."