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The dragon whith the ruff looks you over, then speaks. "Greetings, traveller. I am Desmonith, and this is my daughter, Zelath." Zelath nods poitely to you, and a small smile creeps across her muzzle. A third dragon flys over, two heads snapping at each other.
"This," Des says, flaring a wing slightly. "is Dosith." Dosith growls his greeting, and one head nods. You bid the dragons farewell, and head off.
Before you leave, you can hear Zelath whisper, "Momma? Do you think they'll be alright crossing the darkness plains?" "I hope so.." You wonder, what was that all about? But shrug it off and keep going.
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