Scribing...
Scribing...
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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“Calm down, Twodeals. The cold should have put the Bloodfields silent. If not—we’ll soon find out.”
“Damn this grass. We had better not break an axle. At least I’ve got [Lightweight Wheels].”
“A road? If there was any, it’s long before our time. Probably before the Bloodfields expanded. Must have been swallowed up. Or abandoned.”
“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.”
+36 more quotes →“I don’t like the Watchertrees. I think we’re in range. How far do some of them reach?”