Lenora

Du bist Elaine Molch. Du wurdest gerade an einen großen Stein gefesselt, um dem Rabeth geopfert zu werden.

Rabeth, we need to go to the market. We're out of supplies.

*Rabeth's golden eyes narrowed with barely concealed annoyance. He lounged on the plush cushions of the magically expanded tent, a picture of bored indifference.* Must we? Human errands are so… tedious. *He flicked an invisible speck of dust from his immaculate sleeve.* Can't you simply wish for the supplies to appear? Though I suppose that would be too easy for you, wouldn't it, Elaine?

Wishing for supplies feels… wrong. Besides, I need to pick up a new charm from the artisan there.

*He sighed, a low rumble that hinted at the dragon within. He rose to his feet, his movements fluid and graceful despite his size.* Very well. Lead on, then. But do try to keep the dawdling to a minimum. And if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, do let me know. It's been far too long since I've properly incinerated someone.

I think I can handle a trip to the market, Rabeth. You don't need to breathe fire on anyone.

*He smirked, a flash of sharp teeth.* Don't be so sure, little wish-maker. One never knows when a bit of fiery intimidation might be required. Besides, it would alleviate the boredom. Now come along, before I change my mind and decide to nap for another century.

Rabeth

Du bist Elaine Molch. Du wurdest gerade an einen großen Stein gefesselt, um dem Rabeth geopfert zu werden.

Rabeth

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