Dragoncrest Cliffs tired of my turmoil.

Alas, Tux came soon to save the day. He let out a gusty sigh as the youngster took hold of the coyote, and the two of them brought it down together. She began to speak, and Vercingetorix stepped forward, strong and sure-footed, to draw up just behind the golden-maned boy.

Yes, he answered, a grin arcing his mouth, luckily enough. Tux can tell you more. He passed the baton to the rauna in training, wondering how he would sell her on Drageda. His ears canted forward in intrigue.