The group was packing up camp after their rest when they heard a shuffling noise coming from the nearby treeline. Castor was the first to notice the shimmering just behind the trees and shouted its presence out to the rest of the group. As they all turned toward the figure, it knew that it was no longer hidden from them, and emerged from the forest to greet them.
Before the band of adventurer's stood a silver dragon, its presence mighty and majestic, and it towered above them. Without hesitation, Elric stepped forward and greeted the dragon in its own tongue, and it returned in kind. However, seeing that the rest of the group was not capable of speaking either Draconic or Elvish, it began to speak in Common instead.
"Can I ask what brings a group of adventurers such as yourselves around these parts?" the dragon asked. Its voice had a mystical quality to it, as though it were falling down on their heads like light snowfall. "I love to observe the lives of the shorter lived such as yourselves, to see what you do with your time. It fascinates me."
"A nearby wizard asked us to retrieve a magical item from him from the nearby ruins to the north," Parsley explained.
"Oh, how wonderful. What kind of object? Which ruins? There are quite a few nearby. There's the castle, the mausoleum, the gardens..."
"We really don't know," Safia supplied. "He'd never actually seen the object before - we just know that it casts conjuration magic. And he's sent a few wooden golems to search for it, but none have ever returned."
"Oh, are you saying it's somewhere dangerous?" The group nodded in agreement. "Oh, well there's really only one set of ruins that has anyone inhabiting it. But it feels like such a waste merely to give you the answer... How about I give you one of your human riddles? I've always been a fan of those, let's see..."
"Great," Elric muttered under his breath. "Let's see how this goes..."
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