Patient dragon (Surraruthru)

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru nods and takes back to flight, heading back to his lair for a bit of rest.

[Anastasia]

You return. You find Kascha there, curled up on the couch she had brought in. She's also gotten a blanket there and is snoozing away, her gentle breathing the only sound in the room. Her wings wrap around her and are covered by her blanket, her sword resting on the ground besides the couch.

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru suppresses a snort at the audacity of another making a dragon's lair their apparent lounge, but instead simply finds a comfortable position on his pile of gold to refresh his spells.

[Anastasia]

Like this you have a peaceful rest, a time to recover after the day's excitement. Kascha sleeps for a time, rising as you finish. "Mmm." She stretches, "Oh, good morning, Surraruthru! What a hectic day that was."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Indeed. It is... distasteful to have been defeated as such. I made the suggestion to try and find a way to use Goldenfire as a counter or a match for the type of defenses we came on. I feel I should make headway towards that once this business is finished and the Sword of Myr found. Speaking of, shall we check on those dwarves?"

[Anastasia]

"Yes, let's see if the infirmary made any progress on them," Kascha says. "I hope so, that was horrible."

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru nods and takes flight, heading towards the infirmary.

[Anastasia]

The main part of the infirmary is taken up by recovering Styx exposure cases. However, a section has been curtained off, keeping the noise out and giving space for the dwarves to lie. Most of them are asleep, Hanna overseeing them. She's talking to one in a language you don't recognize immediately. His eyes are wide and his body twitches, but he's conversing.

[Iron Dragoon]

Eyes the other dwarves before landing next to Hanna, waiting for her to finish with the dwarf.

[Anastasia]

Hanna stops as you approach, switching to Draconic. "They're suffering from intense shock and mental maladies associated with that. Dissociation, madness, catatonia. Tongues is best to communicate with them, since their ability to speak has been damaged. It's a slurry of dwarven, common and various fiendish dialects, to the point of being a new language."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Have you found out anything about them? Where they're from or what the ritual was for?"

[Anastasia]

"A Prime Material called Mordaron," Hanna says, "The dwarven kingdom of Bardal. They aren't sure. A madman is said to have come to Bardal and began kidnapping people. He was one of them and he sent them through a portal to that inn. He suspects that since dwarves stopped coming, the madman was killed."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Or they got what they wanted. Or who they wanted. There might be something significant about one of them, a profile or trait or something. Though that's more for someone with more familiarity to find out. In any case, is there anything you need from me, or that I can do?"

[Anastasia]

Hanna turns and says something as the dwarf shakes, a hand on his shoulder. He calms as she murmurs words that sound soothing. Then back in the tongue of dragons, "Yes. If you have any questions, he's in a state to answer them."

[Iron Dragoon]

"I don't know all that much about the Father, so I don't really have any questions. We came across them by chance while going after Secretus. I suppose if he has any knowledge about Secretus, I'd like to hear it, but I doubt he does."