The Next Step Forward

[Iron Dragoon]

"Mr. Northgate, I don't mean to pry, but are you the descendant of some sort of... unique silver dragon? I can see a few traits of it in you, but it doesn't quite match up..."

[Anastasia]

"Ahahahaha," The fat man slaps his stomach, "A good guess and partly right. The problem comes from my mother's side of the family. My father has a silver dragon in his lineage, but that's not the only supernatural creature in it. On my mother's side is daemon blood. Something of a fluke romance that didn't last, but was enough to birth me." Poking his stomach, "It seems that daemon blood and metallic dragon blood mixes poorly, it's a miracle I was born. The fact that I can't really lose weight is something I've learned to accept."

"I understand that, considering my family tree," Emily says, perking up a bit, "Fortunately dragon blood is remarkably adaptable."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa taps her chin, thinking as they walk.

"Have you considered a spell like Alter Self? If it's inherent to your bloodline, maybe... Trait Removal? I think that's the name of the spell..."

[Anastasia]

"Thank you, I have and had many offers, but no. This makes me distinctive now," he says, "Fat Garson they call me, though I prefer jolly. I'm not longer mortal, so the downsides to this don't really apply."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa nods. "Thank you for indulging my curiosity."

[Anastasia]

"Then indulge me some of mine. Are you a teacher for young Emily? A friend? A significant other?"

Emily groans at that, burying her head into her hands.

[Iron Dragoon]

"A companion for adventure. The teaching will be her decision; an unwilling student is as useless as a fool student. Emily seems no fool to me. However she might feel at this moment."

[Anastasia]

A chuckle is the answer, and you are lead along. To a golden antechamber - walls and floor of sheer gold, everything pristine and polished. Cushioned chairs await yo uhere, "Please wait, it won't be long."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa takes a seat, getting comfortable to wait.

[Anastasia]

It's not long. Barely a minute before you simply feel it. You're invited within, as of now.

Emily gulps and stands, "Aunt Waukeen only uses this when I'm in trouble."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa raises an eyebrow. Interesting that she seems to be included in 'trouble.'

"Let us go, then."

[Anastasia]

Within is a room with a floor made of countless interlocking gold coins, smooth and not with a single bump in them. Priceless treasures and art is on display on the walls, and on the floor are great heaps of gold and treasure. They are situated around a golden throne glistening with gemstones, where a golden haired woman sits, regal and cool, haughty. Her dress is of the finest materials and pure gold, spun like cloth and yet fully metallic. She gives Emily a look, a look that makes Emily wilt instantly.

"It was an accident I promise and I didn't meant to do it and please don't turn me into a toad or a newt, Aunt Waukeen!" Emily blurts out in one breath.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa takes a moment to take it all in, taking a special interest in Waukeen's metallic clothing, idly trying to puzzle out how it was done, as she amusedly waits for Emily to get the floundering out of her system.

[Anastasia]

Waukeen gives Emily a long, level look.

Immediately Emily bows deeply, kneeling. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it really was an accident I don't want to be a fly the rest of my life or even a squirrel! Please please please please please please please don't turn me into a rabbit either, since rabbits have bad luck and really don't turn me into a dog!"

Waukeen continues to look on, unchanging.

"I'll pay it back, I swear! I can pay it back! I can go on quests! I can make you money! I can get it done however I can! It's a better investment than transforming me into an ant!" Emily continues to babble, face planted firmly on the ground.

"Ahem."

The throat-clearing from Waukeen freezes Emily utterly. She looks up slowly as Waukeen turns away from her and to you. "Alyssa Songsteel, Regent and High Transmuter?"

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa inclines her head to Waukeen.

"Indeed. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Golden Lady. It's an honor to be invited into your home. The beauty and art will be in my memory forever."