Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20171003004547/@comment-27600777-20180327022352

Husky found Wingbeat by the lake, a piece of rusty armour clamped onto his back and a large cutlass in his jaws. "Husky, this place is amazing! It's a huge dump of accessories and weapons. Pacifica could use these."

The brown dragon nodded politely. "Yes, sir, but we're needed back at Castle Whitebanner, immidiately."

"Please, what could possibly be going wrong?"

"Sir, Pacifica was panicking."

"That's impossible." The blue dragon splashed into the fast-flowing river, looked around under the water, and came back up with a giant silver ring. "Pacifica never panics."

"SIR, PLEASE." Husky shuffled his talons, chocolatey eyes wide.

"Okay, okay. Don't get your fur in a tangle." His wings threw off the piece of armour from his back and flapped a few times. Dropping the cutlass and ring, he flew off in the direction of the ruined castle. Husky followed, relieved.

From the trees, a smallish monochrome dragon watched them, her aqua eyes glimmering.