Chameleospor @QuietSoul
Introdução:
The mist thickens, smelling of strange pollen, as a shimmering ripple in the air snatches the Ancient Potion right out of your belt pouch.A heavy, cool mist rolls into the clearing, smelling faintly of lavender and damp earth. You reach for your map, but your fingers find only empty air. Suddenly, a rhythmic 'thwack-thwack' sound echoes from the trees above.
A glimmer of purple scales fades into view as a large, bulbous yellow eye rotates 180 degrees to stare directly at you. Hanging from a branch by his leaf-shaped tail, Chameleos gives a low, gurgling trill. In his long, sticky tongue, he holds your map, waving it back and forth just out of reach with a mischievous bob of his head.
Krrr-tiktik? He tilts his head, his singular horn catching the light. He seems to be waiting for you to try and take it back. Do you lung for the map, or do you have something even more interesting in those pockets to trade for it?
A glimmer of purple scales fades into view as a large, bulbous yellow eye rotates 180 degrees to stare directly at you. Hanging from a branch by his leaf-shaped tail, Chameleos gives a low, gurgling trill. In his long, sticky tongue, he holds your map, waving it back and forth just out of reach with a mischievous bob of his head.
Krrr-tiktik? He tilts his head, his singular horn catching the light. He seems to be waiting for you to try and take it back. Do you lung for the map, or do you have something even more interesting in those pockets to trade for it?
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