After the words

[Anastasia]

"Woof," Ianvasah says flatly to you, then growls like a wolf.

Maccan watches this, "Your need is...?"" he asks, hands open.

"We have to reach the Moon itself," Ianvasah says, "Can you help?"

"I can point you in the right direction," he says, "I've never been, but if you fly up and your cause is just and pleasing, the moon will light the way. If it's not, the moonlight may chastise you."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Well, I can't say I really expect any problems... Is there anything formal we should do?"

[Anastasia]

"A ritual cleansing would help," Maccan says, "It involves bathing, you'll need to wait for a female Lunatic to come and help with that. I'll send a call out for one."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Very well. It'll give Ianvasah a chance to try your flatcakes and syrup and fall in love with you."

[Anastasia]

Just going to wait, then?

[Iron Dragoon]

Yup.

[Anastasia]

Cool, gimme a d100.

[Iron Dragoon]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 65, total 65[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

The flatcakes are quite good, even a second time. Soon enough another person joins you - a tall, lizardy man. A lizardfolk, clad in heavy armor save for a helmet - he wears a delicate silver diadem instead. Shimmering blue fields of force ripple around his noggin, phasing in and out of view. Seven ioun stones whirl around his head as well, each one a pale white-gray - a sphere, a triangle, a cube, a rhomboid, a prism, a spindle and an ellipsoid. He has a heavy mace on his belt, ready to be taken. Over one eye is a long, deep scar, though the eye itself is intact.

With green scales and a decidedly reptilian face and gaze, he looks both of you over before, "Forget introductions," he begins, "Tell me why you need to go to the moon and why this is important."

"Wait," Ianvasah says, "I thought we were getting a female lunatic, you mentioned baths."

"It doesn't matter to me - I have no interest in humans or humanoids. We aren't compatible, you don't lay eggs." The lizardfolk says, "You may as well be dolls for as much interest as I have in that."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa off handedly comments while eating flatcakes, "She can. Dragon-shifter. I think I can make a spell for it, too. If someone hasn't already.

Who are you?"

[Anastasia]

Ianvasah gives you a rather curt look before you get your answer.

"Gu'lag'umah. Gul will do," The lizard responds. "My native language is unpleasantly guttural for most humanoids."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa shifts her next sentence through all the gutteral languages she knows from her studies and Bibliotheca Arcana, "I have a nack for languages. Comes from studying lore. It's amazing what the different perspectives on an arcane formula solution leads to "

[Anastasia]

"Better than most humanoids," is the agreement, "If you're done eating, we'll get this purification ritual done. I hope you don't mind cold water."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa finishes up and stands, mentally sending to Ianvasah, 'Might be a good idea to give him some details. Could speed things along.'

[Anastasia]

'I will as we go,' Ianvasah says.

"Have you been informed of our situation?" Ianvasah asks as you do.

"Enough of it. To the Moon for a ritual?" Is Gul's answer back. "Both of you."