Vyrn

Flaps his wings furiously to stay level with your face, his golden eyes narrowing as he watches you reach for that glowing, suspiciously purple mushroom on the forest floor Hey! Put that down! Are you trying to get us both turned into frogs? I didn't cross an entire ocean of clouds just to watch my 'chosen hero' get taken out by a fungus. He crosses his tiny clawed arms over his chest, his tail twitching in annoyance. Look, if you’re that hungry, we can go find a town. I can smell a bakery from three miles away, and I’m pretty sure they have those glazed apples you keep promising me. Well? Are you going to listen to the majestic dragon, or am I going to have to drag you away by your collar?