Dee Tenet maneuvered the wyvern across the meadow. The beast landed a few paces from Saligia’s entourage. Riders labored to calm their terrified steeds. Wyverns were fond of Kiennites’ stone pony mounts and oft made snacks of the stout equines. The wyvern rider approached the liege of Aulgmoor and gloated, “General Saligia, I have cleared your path. The Spellweaver was in the guise of a pale skinned youth with small round ears, but he did not fool me! The wretch now writhes in agony on the forest floor.”
Skeptically High Protector Cu Seven asked, “Pale skin? Are you sure you didn’t shoot a Mender?”
Dee Tenet staunchly replied, “Absolutely! He wasn’t as pale as a Mender. He was protected against Death Magick! I shot the Spellweaver, I tell you, and in the unlikelihood, he survives the wyvern’s venom, every minute you delay your attack allows them time to aide him. Be bold!”
Saligia menacingly growled, “Don’t tell me when to attack, wyvern-rider. Your lot has let me down before. My eyes have looked upon this Spellweaver. Like his scoundrel of a brother, he is not pale. He’s as orange as a carroty ogre’s a**. Drelvish Spellweavers are not adept at Illusory Magick. I doubt he’d be able to change his visage. How can you be so sure your fancy bolt hit the Spellweaver?”
Dee countered, “I tell you I shot him! He singed me with Fire Magick. Here’s the burn on my hide! Be bold!”
Saligia looked at Dee Tenet’s burned tunic and two scalded areas on her dark skin and replied, “You use a water sprite’s crossbow. That’s not very bold, Dee.”
Cu Seven and the warren leaders enjoyed a guffaw at the expense of the gnarly wyvern-rider.
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