-one. Enjoying that he now has a full audience while this spell lasts. Priscilla just grimaces. <He's too loud for my liking.>

<No insects here. Unless you count the dukes.> There was a grumble from Priscilla, not that they could hear it over the whistling of the wind. <The name this fiend used to introduce himself to me with. I don't question it because the less I hear from him, the better.> Puck laughs, a full hearty-

-that bubbling threatened to come back. The entity introduced itself as Puck to Velle and the dragon, playful in tone. Priscilla scorned the fiend with a sour look.

-bubbling. Like a pond on fire. Just as it appeared, it vanished, a pulse falling over the sensation. Priscilla inhaled. <But if that man is there, we might be expecting a bloodbath.
> She let herself breath, in and out, letting the warm and cold wash over her, trying to center herself, even if -

<I'm not too sure. Never ventured out this far before.... maybe the same kind of darkness you'll find in amy other city> As she spoke, there was something else. It didn't have a voice, nor did it feel like the cold and warm whirling through Priscilla. No, instead it was-

-grit her teeth. <Ignore him. So, telepathy spell? I've heard of them. Never had one used on me before> A laugh echoed through all their heads. <Like I said, ignore him>

Before Priscilla could even think of what to say, a sliver of cold was what greeted Velle and the other before a small ping of warmth broke it. Sure enough, there was the passenger Priscilla spoke of but there wasn't any malevolence when it spoke. <That's another voice in your head, Prissy> She-

-just slammed her hand into the back of a dragon. Not the weirdest experience she's had in her lifetime. She did used to live in Baldur's Gate.

Her hand was yankedm guided while she spat and spat to get the bug out of her mouth. "The hells are you doing?!" Priscilla managed to yell out, half coughing. "... What am I waiting for?" The wind howled, her throat hurt, she was suffering from little coughs as her throat tickled and now some kid-

-pick up the slack! Sometimes my annoyance uses a magic sight. I see things fill out momentarily, like the pulse of a heartbeat before it all goes away." Priscilla began to spit after saying that. She definitely got a bug in her mouth. Protein or whatever but she wasn't in the mood for desert.

Priscilla was a bit overwhelmed by the sudden rush of air filling her ears, she gritted her teeth a bit, hardly hearing what was said. "The WHAT? Did you say egg? The hells does that mean?" She had to try and reorient herself, yelling at the top of her lungs. "I can't really see. My other senses -

-a split second. "If my passenger would shut up."

-handles. "There." She took the sword in hand, pressing it to her back. The magic in it made sure it clung to her like it was nailed to her. Priscilla settled into the seat. "Luckily, I can point us in the right direction." Puck said something smug in the back of her mind and she scowled for-

Priscilla snorted. "I don't just stab anybody." She moved towards the sounds, Puck guiding her. "I can't see anything but I manage." She reached out, a surprising gentle hand on the dragon, giving it a slight rub before she found the harness, pulling herself up onto it. She felt around, finding the-

-She grinned but there was no real emotion behind it, hollow, as she felt right now. "It's fine. He goes away when I get loud enough."

Priscilla fell quiet, gritting her teeth. "Something like that." She grumbled, keeping the sword in her hand. Puck pleaded with her to calm down as she kicked dirt onto the fire, killing. She inhaled. "Got an.... unwanted passanger." She pointed to her own head. "Sometimes he likes to play nasty."-

-subsided, her head clearing. She should have woke them, let them know. Watch the fear in their eyes." Her voice was back to normal, as normal as rough voice lacking sleep can sound. She would curse out Puck later. "Any other..... savory details?"

-Priscilla's voice was deeper, slightly disjointed, like her voice was now the static that was screaming in her head. Puck wasn't enjoying this. The fiend in her sword was begging, breaking through the static in her head. Her hand instinctively reached for her sword. The smile vanished, the static-

She was quiet for a moment, soaking in the story. The dragon landing hardly registered in her hearing, not enough to pull her from the static stirring in her head. She hated when Puck did this. The static soon twisted something fierce in her, a crooked smile appearing on her lips. "In their sleep?"-

-remember. "Is this where you tell me some bed time story? Cute."

Priscilla breathed in through her nose, strange sounds grabbing her attention. "A lord of legend? Is that something I should know about?" She tried to think if she heard anything like in her travels, back when food didn't taste like ash and she remembered that red wasn't the only color she could-

-another pause, turning her head in the direction of the crackling fire. "Priscilla. My name's Priscilla. Should share, what now that I gave you a whole rabbit to scarf down."

-such a bad idea. She turned her head to the direction of the young girl's voice. "I can't argue with that logic." She paused. "I was heading for a town called Teziir, along the... " She smirked at the irony. "..Dragon Coast. If your little friend wants to see a city, who am I to say no?" There was-

Priscilla was quiet for but a moment, mulling it over. Would a companion, even if it was short term, be such a bad thing? She flinched at the word, companion, floating to the surface of her head. She had lost all of hers in a matter of seconds. Puck, on the other hand, whispered that it wouldn't be-

-pursuing was even still headed east. "Feh, that is if he's still going in that direction. I need information more than anything."

-before she opened her mouth to talk befor falling silent again. "Revenge is putting it lightly." She finally muttered, clearing her throat. "A dragon could prove useful. It would be a change of pace from the dirt road I've been dragging my feet along." She had no way of knowing if the man she was-

Priscilla was quiet for a moment, as if listening even when the girl stopped talking. She inhaled through clenched teeth. "All I know is, he was last headed east. So east is where I'm going." Her hands balled into tight fists, forgetting to breath before she relaxed herself. Priscilla paused again-

-arm up to wipe the grease from her lips. "Baldur's Gate i-was my home. Now it is just me and this 'shiny' sword." She paused, inhaling. "And a man in black robes to kill." There was a slight tone when she said kill, like she found pleasure in saying it. The swords pulse quickened at her words.

Priscilla took that last, big bite of the rabbit, spitting a bone into the fire pit. She picked up on the bitterness, she could image a reflection of sorts. "Not many dragons around these parts." Her hand felt around before grabbing the hilt of the sword for a second before letting it go, bringing-

-this forest? You don't seem to be near home right now."