Well, that was a...productive day, I suppose.
I didn't really see anything useful down in the Woods when I flew over, and yhere was the...well almost dying, but I got a good collection of Wood for use later, and told a few people what I knew about cooking food, so hopefully we'll have fewer food poisonings in the future.
Hm...maybe tomorrow, I could get those Cooks together, and use my Wood and stuff to make like a mess-area, or like a kitchen-building-thing. If we can centralize food preparation and production, then we'll probably have less stuff going to waste....
I pause in my musings as I glimps the brewing confrontation through the crowds of people and rough-built shelters.
Oh look, the Drukhari Wanabees have shown up. And some Dwarves.
Guess their Plan didn't work. Unfortunate.
But, I should probably give them a welcome. Would only be nice, considering how they treated me when I visited their homes.
My wings snap open and take flight, swooping over the crowds and landing behind the Elf party, landing in a crouch before rising to my 7+ foot height.
"Well, look who decided to wander out of the woods," I growl, looking over the party, "The Wannabe Drukhari. What, come lokming for some Dwarves to add to your collection of 'bones of sapient beings we've flayed alive and burned to death because we're Edgy Bois whose parents never hugged us?'"
I draw my axe and shrug my shield down onto my arm. "If you really want a challenge," I snarl, "why not take a swing at me instead. Some of your Mates already did and struck out, but who knows? Maybe you lot will get lucky."
I take a step forward, lips peeling back to reveal my mouthful of Saurian teeth. "Come get some, Beasts."
