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Aragon-Draco
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Othedale knew immediately where to look for his little friend, the spunky cat-girl, Isis. He stepped into Willie's bar and immediately grabbed the man's hand with an adamantine grip, and said, quietly, "A sea-elf's grip can break dwarven steel seventy times folded. If you do not stand down, no healer will be able to rebuild your arm, let alone your body." He looked at Isis and grinned, "Isis, pay Willie, and join me outside. We have business you will no doubt enjoy!"
The human man was writhing, and whimpering. After several moments of this, he wilted back into his chair. Othedale spoke a sleep-spell, and slipped a bit of gold into his pocket. He saluted the barman and left. Once outside, he looked at the impatient cat-girl and grinned. "You have been livid at me for not taking you on as a pet ten years ago. I told you then my life was not ready for that. But now, your ample fighting skill is needed, as well as the lively company you are capable of providing. Will you join me to eradicate the Mirror of Dreams and the Demon it holds? If we survive, you may stay as my pet." Othedale reached over and scratched behind the cat-girl's ears.
The human man was writhing, and whimpering. After several moments of this, he wilted back into his chair. Othedale spoke a sleep-spell, and slipped a bit of gold into his pocket. He saluted the barman and left. Once outside, he looked at the impatient cat-girl and grinned. "You have been livid at me for not taking you on as a pet ten years ago. I told you then my life was not ready for that. But now, your ample fighting skill is needed, as well as the lively company you are capable of providing. Will you join me to eradicate the Mirror of Dreams and the Demon it holds? If we survive, you may stay as my pet." Othedale reached over and scratched behind the cat-girl's ears.