
Originally Posted by
atarihero
"May be,?" Ag'hael continues, not knowing who just spoke. He tries to remember more of the tales of the Drag Ends.
"One time me uncle Halin was at me family's bar, he was fer tellin' someone about seein' a Drag End. I was brewin the mixes in the next room at de time, so I was only fer gettin' snupp'ts 'o de story. But he was fer sayin he once went to de outlands 'un saw a tall hum'in woman let'n a Drag End ride her."
"I though he was just tellin' tales, again. I mean how cun 'e thin woman let 'e big lizzard ride her, 'twas not fer makin sense te me...but mayhaps it was true, and these Drag Ends grant the means to fly, if'n they don't eat you."
"I wonder if you can let a Drag End ride you. We shuld ask an outlander, they be knowin' bett'r dan me'sel..." Ag'hael turns and sees the new short one.
"I uh, hullo stranger, ye be anu'dder Kendir like tassle here, eh?" he asks, tightning all available drawstrings and pockets. "What be yer name fell'er? I be Ag'hael brewster, if'n ye friend and not foe, ye can call me Ag'red." The dwarf extends his han in his friendly jovial manner.
"Are he fer ev'r hearin' about Drag Ends?"
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