*There are places in this mundane realm where power yet hides. Where the veil between worlds are thinner and, occasionally, something or someone is either lucky or unfortunate enough to find the rift that allows some communication between the twain. Which it might be is entirely dependent upon the nature of the communication and the perspective of the individual involved.
On the one side, the Dragon Guild’s Parlour and on the other, the back office of the Double Barrel Inn and Tavern. A recreational establishment of the finest order in the age encrusted, multi-storied town of Delein’s merchant district.
Jyslin grumbled unhappily under her breath as she tried to catch the stray that had snuck in through the open storeroom door. Dratted thing was sleek and quick and kept darting between and behind the assorted kegs of ale and the bags of fresh hops for the next batch. It has been successfully evading her eviction efforts for days now.
About the size of a large cat, this pest sported tiny, interlinked iridescent scales and a set of diaphanous blue and violet wings that were tucked tightly to the creature’s back.
Normally content to hunt small rodents among the rubble in the ancient ruins that dot the landscape for leagues around, this one was demonstrating an uncharacteristic interest in her back room. *
Where have you got to now?
*The Tiefling muttered to herself as she privately swore that the dratted thing was disappearing from the room entirely … somehow…
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