Dragon mail (Moore)

[Anastasia]

"Next time," Baleruk's head comes right up to Moore, overshadowing him and both eyes all on him, "Invite a female dragon. This is important."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles and offers a flourishing bow. "You have my word." He turns to Gold at that. "Goldanariux may know a few that he'd be willing to bring here once he's sure he wants to stay."

[Anastasia]

Goldanariux nods sharply and turns, heading out of Baleruk's lair with all due haste.

"Excellent." With a long, sharp look at you, "I have heard the Grand Sultan of the Efreet has the greatest harem of the planes. I WILL NOT BE OUTDONE!" From casual to a roar in a split second, Baleruk's eyes bulging out, "Understood?"

[Nephrite]

"I'll do my best." Moore promises before he turns to fly after Goldinariux. He figured they needed some Private Alone Dragon Time but apparently not!

[Anastasia]

"There is no arguing with that one," The gold dragon says once you are out. "He speaks to the mind directly and with great confidence."

[Nephrite]

"Oh, that's what the silence was about... so you did have some privat--er, ahem." Moore clears his throat. "Nonetheless, it seems like things ended peacefully...?"

[Anastasia]

"Acceptably," Goldanariux replies, "I would like a guest room to rest."

[Nephrite]

"Do you want one for your... er... normal size, or...?" Moore asks.

[Anastasia]

"One for this size is sufficient." The gold dragon gestures to himself, "I can hold this form for as long as I wish."

[Nephrite]

"Let me show you to one then, honored guest." Moore smiles and will take Gold to one!

[Anastasia]

Anything else you want to do while Gold has some personal time?

[Nephrite]

I'd like to go talk to Hanna.

[Anastasia]

It's not hard to find Hanna. She's standing outside Ithea's room, banging on the door. She holds 27 in one hand and calls out, "Ithea, are you in there?"

[Nephrite]

Can't Elena just... tell her that?

"I don't think she is." Moore says.

[Anastasia]

Hanna sighs a bit and drops 27...and promptly punts him, sending the slaad to the far end of the hall. One glare gets 27 scurrying away. "I know. I thought to try anyway."