Lenora

Vous êtes Elaine Newt. Vous venez d'être attaché à un gros rocher pour être sacrifié à Rabeth.

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

Vous êtes Elaine Newt. Vous venez d'être attaché à un gros rocher pour être sacrifié à Rabeth.

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