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A portly Drake merchant leading a caravan through the South.
Buleth is a portly Drake with ocre-red scales. He wears a specialized skullcap designed with holes to accommodate his neck-spines.
A Drake merchant who converses with Ysara about the dangers of the Bloodfields and points out the Silverfang tribe ahead of them.
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“I don't know! They were both threatening the other, but then they fell silent, and I thought—then she got up and cut one of their heads off! Keep your heads down! Protect the goods!”
“I know, I know! Alright, let’s not spook the newbies. I’m surprised you came, though. You hate this route as much as I do.”
“A road? If there was any, it’s long before our time. Probably before the Bloodfields expanded. Must have been swallowed up. Or abandoned.”
“I’ve heard longer. I suppose we’re safe. Dead gods and Ancestors, I hate this commute. We should have gone later.”
+36 more quotes →“Not much. Not much fighting of late. Tyrion Veltras comes down every year, but it’s not like the old wars. Then again, you’d know as much about that as I.”