by pd Rydia » Sat Mar 12, 2005 6:43 pm
"Just so long as I don't get a hole shot through me on this job..."
Lo! A Dia made her appearance! It was an old sight--the dragonhalf was wrapped up in her old traveling robes, grey through use or by design. The fading belt at her waist was dyed green and beginning to crack in places, yet nevertheless served well in its purpose; namely, holding near hand dagger, money pouch, and some manner of...lumpy and vaguely pink material.
Were those bunny ears peeking out of that lump?
...Couldn't be.
At any rate, the mercenary-gone-innkeep-gone-mercenary-for-fun-and-profit seemed to be taking a route similar to Jeridan's, with a manageable backpack of supplies. With one notable, scaley exception, of course.
"Griao?" A small, dark green dragon's head stuck out between Dia's legs, swinging back and forth in appraisal of the gathered persons. His normal antics seemed a bit subdued...Fluffy, Dia's lapdragon companion, seemed to be content to circle near her feet, snorting and snuffling in a manner of vague displeasure.
Dia snorted back, before looking up. "Who and/or what are we still waiting on?"