As morning broke upon Appleby, the sun's light began to shine over the town, illuminating the ruined town with tents dotting it. The sounds of birds from the blacked trees began to permeate the landscape around them. A figure stirred from under their sheets as the light from the window lit up their room.
Eventually giving in, the lanky man from under the sheets stretched and got out of his bed. Yawning, he slipped on his worn slippers lying next to his bed. Walking over to the basin, perched upon the small table he splashed his face with the water within, drying off shortly after with a small towel. Barely clothed, wearing only his undergarments he paused then quickly splashed his pits, shaking quickly after. Nearly finished, he walked over to the small dresser to grab some clothes to put on.
Opening it up his small, yet neat collection of clothes was presented. Some shirts and pants folded in the small shelves and a dark blue robe hung inside. He quickly dressed himself with a shirt, pants, and the robe, shortly after putting on a pair of well polished shoes. Just as he was about to exit his room, he paused to realize he was missing something. Quickly turning about to pick up the book lying on his bed, then exiting the room.
Walking quickly through the cobbled halls he made his ways along the winding corridors. Eventually, he arrived at a large room outfitted with tables populated by some people eating. Quickly walking to grab some of the bread on a table laden with food, he then walked to sit at another table. Beginning to eat his slightly dry loaf, he was interrupted by a hearty slap on his back and a jolly like voice saying, “Ah there you are Tren, good day for helping others ey?” Tren grumbled slightly with food still in his mouth, as the portly priest behind him sat down next to him, the bench creaking as he did. Tren chewed and swallowed his bread as the priest took a large chug from his tankard. Chuckling, Tren said, “Alcohol, at this time of day huh?” The priest held up a finger as he continued to chug quickly emptying the tankard as Tren looked on mildly impressed. “Well you see Tren,” said the priest burping, then continuing, “It's a Tuesday, and liquids are allowed during a fast as you know.”
Tren sighed and after eating another bite of his bread asked, “And why are you coming to me in such an inebriated state, Audric?” Chuckling slightly, Audric pulled Tren closer to him in a sideways hug saying, “Ahh, I don’t need a reason to see my favorite royal communicator now do I?” Tren frowned as Audric patted him on his shoulder. Tren then said, “Look if it's another request to pull me into your sermons,” Audric cutting him off with a chuckle and saying, “No, no, nothing like that. Honestly I just heard on the grapevine that our mayor was looking for you and thought you might want to know.” Grumbling Tren said, “And you couldn’t have let me know a little earlier?” Audric burped and responded with, “Welllll to be honest Tren, I’m pretty drunk right now, and it slipped my mind,” smiling as Tren pushed his arm off of him. Tren then sighed as he got off the bench, grabbing his book and bread. Turning to Audric he said, “Well I’ll be off then, just don’t drink too much today, alright?” Audric turned to nod back to Tren, who then ran off to exit the room.
After quickly getting out of the church, Tren made his way to one of the only tents outside with anyone guarding the entrance. Walking towards said entrance, one of the more metallic guards moved his spear to block the entrance, the other more organic guard rolling his eyes in response. Tren stopped as the metallic guard said, “Sorry human, do you have an appointment to see the mayor?” The other guard turned to the automaton and said, “We’ve gone over this 10 times by now,” clenching the bridge of this nose in annoyance, “You follow my lead to block people from coming in.” Slightly perturbed, the metallic humanoid said, “I do not, remember you, doing such?” Interrupted by the other guard pushing aside his spear with his own and saying, “Of course you don’t, look sir just go on in he’s been expecting you.”
Nodding, Tren entered the tent, as the two guards outside began to argue between each other. Walking in Tren squinted in the dimmed light, seeing a haggard and hunched over man reading over a rather old and battered desk. Tren then bowed, to which the man glanced up then coughed in response before going back to reading the book. As he continued to read from the book the man asked, “Did you finally manage to get our little problem communicated upstream Tren?” Tren nodded in response saying, “That I did sir, he’s rather busy on his front but I did manage to have him informed of it.” The haggard man coughed again and said, “And are we getting any aid?” Tren nodded and said, “The neighboring towns will send over some help with rebuilding and have put out a bounty for the dragon.”
Sighing, the mayor sat more upright, his glasses slightly glinting as he did and said, “I was hoping for more but really this is pretty much the amount of aid I expected.” Tren nodded and said, “I tried my best sir, I.” The mayor silenced him with a quick wave of his hand and said, “I have no doubt that you did your best Tren, if I wasn’t so busy right now I probably would have only done marginally better if I was with you while you were communicating.” Tren nodded as the mayor continued, “Anyway, right now I’m trying to gauge our records here so I can try and figure out what was lost.” The mayor gestured over to the stacks of papers and books in varying levels of damage next to him. Pushing his glasses up again he said, “In the meantime you can help me out by doing some errands for me today.”
The mayor then pulled out a piece of paper and began writing on it as Tren stood silently in front of him. Finishing, the mayor grunted and signed the paper, to then clear his throat and say, “07, you mind coming in here?” Opening the flap of the tent, the more robotic guard walked in. As he did the mayor gestured for him to come to his side. The robot quickly walked over and the mayor showed him the paper he had finished writing on. He quickly asked the robot, “My signature gives high enough permission for any of these tasks right 07?” To which the robot nodded in response. The mayor then shooed them out of the room and got out of his chair.
Handing Tren the paper the mayor said, “Here you go, just a small list of things to do with my signature on the bottom, just in case you need some authority to carry out the tasks.” He then paused and said, “Oh and some coin for when you get lunch,” handing him some marks as he did. Nodding, Tren said as he began scanning the paper, “Which might you suggest I do first then sir?” The mayor chuckled as he walked back to his desk and said, “Likely best to start with the prisoners we got locked up in a couple of cellers I would think.” Sitting down, he continued saying, “Most of them need to be quickly approved for release so we can have them help out with some of the cleanup and whatnot.”
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Bix awoke, sprawled over a thin pile of hay on some rather cold stones below it. The morning light drew mild grones of pain from the curled up Kobold. As Bix stirred awake, she clutched her head and groaned while slowly sitting up, feeling some mild nausea as she did. The sounds of birds outside caused more annoyance as she buried her snout in her hands and groaned again. Drawing her gaze up, out of her hands her eyes focused on a relatively large gray rabbit sitting on one of the boxes that littered the cellar.
Looking back at her the rabbit seemed to speak saying, “Ah look who’s finally wakin’ up.” Squinting in confusion, Bix furrowed her brow and thought as loudly as she could thinking, “Fine I’m up, for gods sake what the hell happened last night?” The sword replied saying, “Would you look at that, you’re finally awake. Bout fucking time lizard.” The rabbit almost seeming to squint as Bix seemed to lose perception on reality saying, “Ah of fucking course ignore me ya cunt.” Snapping back to reality, Bix flinched in surprise, pointing at the rabbit and saying, “You, you can talk?”
Rolling their eyes the rabbit said, “Of course I can talk Bix, don’t you remember last night?” The rabbit tilted its head to the side as Bix shook her head in response as the rabbit continued saying, “Damn shame you didn’t honey, what a night it was. From my memory you drank near 20 pints of cider last night and we ripped up that tavern pretty well.” Bix pursed her lips and gave a look of total shock as the rabbit said so. Solaris chuckled, and the rabbit continued, “I mean you pretty much beat out my bro in that drinking contest last night, so I guess it's true what they say about Kobolds and them alcohol tolerances. But after that you threatened someone with a sword and the bartender, what was his name again?”
Bix groaned and said, “Kird.” The rabbit nodded in response and continued, “Yeah, Kird kinda kicked us out of the Tavern.” The rabbit continued and said, “We kinda started roving around the town, screwing around, until them metal guys found us and dropped us down here. What's their deal anyway, looks like most of them are, like falling apart?” Bix furrowed her brow and closed her eyes as she said, “So the whole thing with the fall.” Stopping as Cladimos cut her off saying, “Yeah I would like to know a little about that too, what is the deal with them?” Bix sighed and restated, “It's something about lack of parts or whatnot, they have all these weird components that they can’t really make or something, and really cannot find replacements so the best they can do is try to repair.”
Bix shrugged and after saying under her breath to Solais, “I swear to the gods don’t interrupt me like that.” Bix then looked at the rabbit and asked, “Sorry I can’t remember what your name was anyway. Last night at best is like, a haze right now.” The rabbit tilted her head and said, “Mallory Evergreen sis, and my bro is like Doyle, damn that liquor must have really scrambled your noggin huh?” Bix groaned in response and Mallory continued saying, “I might need to, like take back what I said about tolerances and such such given the massive hangover you seem to be dealing with.”
Bix at this point shrugged, and began rooting around in the boxes behind her saying, “I’m certain I had some water in my pack, where would they have put that anyway?” Mallory jumped off the boxes and hopped over to Bix and said, “Yeah they like took our stuff when they threw us in, apparently the only reason why I’m like, down here is and not in a cage is because they couldn’t find one.” Bix turned to look at Mallory and said, “Weird, would have expected them to not jail a rabbit of all things.” Mallory laughed and said, “Oh, I got super drunk too, I did say “we tore up the tavern” after all.”
Bix squinted and said, “But, you’re so small, how the fuck did you even do enough to get arrested?” Mallory squinted back and said, “Takes one to know one shortstack, but if I remember correctly it was because I assaulted an officer.” Cladimos chuckled a little and said, “Wish you could remember it lizard, she kinda went all out when she did it.” Bix sighed and said, “Well no matter how nuts it was I cannot really recall anything from last night, so I’ll just-” Getting cut off by the sound of someone knocking on the locked cellar door and a metallic voice saying, “You all decent in there, meatbags?”
Mallory responded before Bix could, “Yeah fucking come right in gearhead.” The door opened to reveal an automaton with a figure beside him in a dark blue robe. The robotic figure then gestured for them to leave the cellar. Shrugging, Bix looked at the stairs and then to Mallory, who rolled her eyes and allowed Bix to pick her up and walk up the stairs with her. Arriving outside the cellar, Bix turned to the metallic man and his robed companion. Squinting again Bix said, “Tren and…” gesturing to the more robotic of the two who sighed and said, “10 meatbag, please try and keep out of trouble this time, Tren here has authorization to forgive your little transgression last night.” Ten paused then said, “And as for you,” pointing at Mallory, “You attempt to assault an officer again, I’ll make sure you’ll never leave a cellar again, orders or not.”
Tren made a quick gesture to Ten who crossed his arms, huffed, and walked away, quickly turning around a corner and getting out of sight. Tren then said, “He’s off to get your other friend, but the mayor just wants you out of holding so you can hopefully lend some hands on getting over the recent attack.” Tren then paused and said, “So are you Bix, or is your rabbit Bix?” pointing to the two. Bix began to shake her head and was cut off by Mallory saying, “Her name is Bix, mine is Mallory mister blue folk.”
Tren squinted and said, “Well that's a weird one, didn’t feel much weave distortion obviously around you, although I must say, it’s kinda hard to detect any level of magic here right now considering.” Tren continued bending down to be at eye level with the rabbit saying, “I guess if you don’t mind me asking, how are you even speaking?” Mallory rolled her eyes and said, “I’m just a talking rabbit, don’t think too hard about it mister brown hair blue robes.”
Tren scoffed and said, “Well I guess if you don’t know,” gesturing vaguely in the air as he did. Mallory imitated his hand movements with her paw and said in a tilted tone, “I’m just not letting you know pencil pusher, take a hint ok?” Tren sighed and stood up to look down at Bix and said, “Anyway, you will be handed your confiscated supplies on your way out,” gesturing down the hallway opposite to where the automaton went down. Bix responded saying, “Well thanks,” pausing as Solaris said, “The automaton guys are weird I got to say, they certainly don’t seem like they like to pick me up despite being made of metal.” Bix then smiled at Tren and said, “Anyway, thanks Tren things have just been a little off recently for me, I kinda… err indulged a little bit too much last night, headache withstanding and whatnot.” Tren nodded and said, “I imagine you got a little bit of a pang right there, but it's completely understandable. Kinda the reason why leniency is being given.” A bit of a silence then fell upon the small collection, before the shadows on the walls alerted them to Ten coming around the corner with their requested prisoner.
As they stood there the large figure of a person and Ten turned the corner. The figure quickly noticed Bix and Mallory, running over to Bix before stopping and bending down to be level with her. With his hands outstretched, Bix began to hand Mallory over before she simply jumped out of Bix’s hands into her brother’s. As Mallory snuggled into her brother’s grip she said, “And Bix this is Doyle.” As Doyle stood up he tucked Mallory in his arms and slightly bent down to provide his hand to Bix. Bix smiled a little nervously, and reached out to shake with Doyle. After they shook Doyle straightened up, easily towering above all the other people in the area.
Ten however interjected with, “And if you all want to come with me to obtain your confiscated items, follow me meatbags.” Gesturing to follow them as they began to walk down the hallway in front of them. Nodding, Doyle and Bix followed, Tren following behind.
As they twisted and turned around multiple hallways, they eventually reached a door which Ten pulled out his keyring to open. Quickly fanning through the ring, he picked out a smaller golden key, putting it in the lock and opening the door with an audible click. The room inside was mostly bare, a couple of tables and crates with another automaton with a dangling arm sat in the room. The automaton in the room startled as the door opened, quickly leaping out of their chair to salute Ten. “Morning Ten,” they said, “I am to assume that you are here to re-equip these people?” Gesturing at Bix, Doyle, and Tren as he said. Ten shook his head in response and said, “Just the Kobold, Rabbit, and tall human Sea, I assume you have the records of what we confiscated?” Sea nodded, pulling out a crate from under the table with a little huffing using one of his arms, quickly pulling out a couple sheets of paper and handing them to Ten.
Ten nodded as he reviewed the papers and said, “All right, Sea, now I’ll take the Kobold and Rabbit and you take the big guy.” Handing back one of the papers as they did. Turning around, the two Automatrons began rifling through the crates and tables at the back of the room. Bix turned to look at Tren, only to notice he was walking away from the room. Smiling, he waved and continued out as the two metal humanoids continued finding the items stored in the room for each person.
After a couple of minutes, Sea and Ten had managed to find all the items that had been confiscated from the last night. Turning over them back to their rightful owners as they pulled them from their inventory. A bag, sword, and small knife for Bix, a tiny pack for Mallory, and a rather large pack and hefty shotgun for Doyle. Solaris chuckled as Ten pretty much threw him at Bix, sighing slightly as she managed to catch him handily. Sea began grunting as they attempted to pull the shotgun from their inventory, until Doyle put down Mallory on the table and effortlessly helped them pull it out.
As Sea pulled out their chair with their non-dangling arm, which they hadn’t used once while rifling through their confiscated items, Ten gave what could be loosely labeled as a smile to Doyle as he picked up Mallory. “Well it looks like that should be about it for you three, how about you get out of here before you excrete oil on everything,” said Ten, pointing to the door behind them. Doyle shrugged and exited the room, holding the door open for Bix to quickly dash through before closing it behind him.
As they began walking down the cobbled corridors, Mallory peered over Doyle’s arms and said to Bix, “That Ten fellow like, seems to have a bit of a sour disposition on non-metal people huh?” “Yeah,” said Bix, “I’ve only really seen him be a dick towards “fleshies” as he puts it sometimes. ” Using air quotes as she said so before grunting in pain and stopping in place as she held her hand to her face. Solaris chuckled and said, “Ohhh that's the visions kicking in lizard, believe I forgot to tell you about that, now didn’t I?” Bix groaned in response and said, “Oh fuck off Solaris, we both know its the binge drinking I did the last night coming back to bite my own ass.” Noticing Bix stopped, Doyle turned around to walk back to her while Mallory chuckled as well.
Mallory then said, “Gosh it really does look like that hangover is a little serious huh?” To which Bix groaned a little behind her hands in response to. Mallory giggled and said, “Honestly I really can’t remember the last time either of us had a hangover, all things considered.” Turning to Doyle and standing on her hind legs to look at him she said, “You know Doyle, don’t we have something for that, like, just in case?” Doyle nodded and knelt down to place Mallory on the floor while he began rifling through his pack. Mallory hopped over to Bix, placing a paw on her ankle as she said, “I believe we have some weird tonic we got from a friend some time back, might help you out a little sis.”
Bix nodded as she dropped her hands from her face. Turning to Mallory she knelt down and said, “Thanks Mallory, this hangover is a little more than usual.” Mallory giggled in response and said, “I get that for sure, surprised you didn’t burst last night with how determined you were to cram down the ciders.” Mallory turned back around to face Doyle who was now examining a small amber bottle he had fished from his backpack. “Is that it?” asked Mallory. To which Doyle nodded in response and stood up to walk over and hand the bottle to Bix.
While the bottle might have been small in relation to Doyle’s hands, in Bix’s it almost seemed to be normal sized. Squinting at the label, Bix read out, “Almerlo’s Painless Tonic, subsides what pain ails you, take one swig per half day while pain persists.” Turning the bottle over Bix read under her breath, “Best for headaches, joint pain, tooth pulling, and hangovers. For Dwarfs, Kobolds, and other creatures with high alcohol tolerance 3 swigs suggested instead. Shake well before use.” Curious, Bix uncorked the bottle, near recoiling at the puff of stink that it released. Looking down at the bottle, a grayish murky mixture with small flakes and what appeared to be discolored pine needles was visible.
Shuddering a bit, Bix recorked the bottle, placing her thumb on the cork while the rest of the hand held the bottle. Bix began shaking the bottle vigorously, as Mallory jumped back into Doyle’s hands as he bent down to pick her up. As Doyle straightened, up Bix finished shaking the bottle, and after a brief grunt uncorked the bottle again, looking down the neck. The mixture had turned a different color in the process of shaking, now looking more clear and amber colored than before, the flakes and pine needles now clearly visible.
Looking at Doyle and Mallory, Bix said, “So it says I should take 3 swigs apparently?” Doyle shrugged and Mallory said, “Yeah that sounds about right.” Pursing her lips Bix took a quick swig from the jar, recoiling as a bitter yet salty taste made her reflexively let out a muffled hurk as the taste spread in her mouth. Almost fighting her body to do so she swallowed, shuddering as she did. “Oh gods that is vile,” Bix said and slightly smacked her lips then saying in disgust, “And that taste still lingers, Eugg.” As Doyle pursed his lips in concern Mallory said, “Ah it can’t be that bad hon, right?” Bix frowned as she readied her next shot and said, “Mallory I have had rotten fish before, and this is much worse.” Quickly downing the next swig she shuddered again and continued, “If I wasn’t two shots down by now, I would probably prefer the hangover.” Solaris replied by saying as Bix took her last swig, “Rotten fish eh, I would say I was surprised, but I’m really not.” As Bix wiped her mouth she thought back, “I didn’t realize it was rotten till I took a bite, you want to stop being such an ass till at least this taste subsides?”
Bix shudded a little bit then handed the bottle back to Doyle who shook his head. Malloy said, “Yeah like there’s just like half left in that thing, and I think I speak for both of us when I say I wouldn’t want to use it after your little show.” Bix shugged and pulled out her waterskin on her backpack and drank some of the water in it before closing it and placing it back. Bix said, “I don’t blame you.” Slightly smacking her lips before continuing and saying, “The taste still kinda lingers honestly.” Then recorking the bottle and placing it in her pack.
“Anyway, like, do you have any plans for today?” Mallory said to Bix. “Nothing really I’m afraid,” said Bix, “Perhaps help a bit around the town?” Bix shrugged after Mallory looked at Doyle and turned back to Bix to say, “We were thinking of going hunting, would you like, want to join us?” Bix thought a little bit before saying, “You know, I think after the hangover subsides a bit more. Continuing to say, “It does seem like the tonic is helping but perhaps we could leave in like, an hour?” Doyle chuckled as Mallory said, “Oh not right, right now hun, we still need to eat ourselves, let's say meetup at the board at midday?”
“Sure,” said Bix as she nodded. “I honestly need to eat as well,” said Bix before her stomach gurgled in agreement. Doyle nodded and Mallory said, “Like, see you soon sis.” Before walking down the hall. Bix shrugged and began walking down the opposite direction. Clearing his throat Solaris said, “And why are we walking the opposite direction from what I assume is the way out?” Bix mildly shrugged and said, “I just find it weird following someone that I just said bye to, and since we are on the 1st floor I can just use a window.” “Use a window,” said Solaris, “Honestly?” Bix smiled and said, “Well yeah, I’ve gotten out of here before using a window, I’m not like, inexperienced.” Solaris chuffed and said, “What, while trying to make a getaway with a bag of stolen valuables?” “No, no, nothing like that, sometimes you have to relieve yourself, and you have no idea where a toilet is…” To which Solaris cut her off saying, “Ok, look you don’t need to continue, I understand.”
“Oh would you look at that, there’s a window right there,” said Bix, stopping as she rounded a bend in the corridor, pointing at the window down now infront of her. Running up to the window, Bix quickly jumped up on top of the small table in front of it. She quickly unlatched it, grunting a bit as she pulled it up. As she began to pass through the window, Solaris’s hilt clinked against the window, as Bix made a small mip in surprise. “Just put me in your hand Kobold, I’m a little tall for the window here,'' said Solaris indignantly. “Uhhh, sure,” said Bix, grabbing the sword and then deftly jumping out of the window into the grass below.
Turning around, Bix closed the window behind her, and began walking along the wall till she reached a corner. Turning around it, the collection of tents outside the church came into view along with the town further behind them. “Well would you look at that, lizard, the whole town, laid out before you,” said Solaris pausing as Bix’s belly made a gurgle of annoyance, “And I guess you should cart your butt to get something to eat by the sound of it.” Bix nodded and deftly put the sword back in her pack. As Bix began walking in the direction of the tents and town she said, “But what to eat, I mean I think I have some food left in my pack, but I would prefer something a bit more tasty…””Uh, huh,” said Solaris, “I remember seeing Kobolds eat boots before, so I am confused why a couple days old bread seems appetizing to you of all things.”
“Bleck,” said Bix, “I mean, just because we can eat something doesn’t mean we like the taste of it.” Continuing to get closer to the tents she sighed and said, “Like, I’m certain that some of your prior wielders had some food they didn’t like, but could most certainly eat.” Solaris grumbled slightly and said, “Yeah sure some of them didn’t like mushrooms and carrots, but pretty much all of them were humans so far, so “like” your race’s eating habits could be completely different.” “Uh huh,” said Bix, “The thing is it’s just preference, but at the same time boots don’t taste good anyway, same for stale bread or the such.”
Solaris sighed as tents began to appear alongside Bix as she walked and said, “Sure, fine, whatever, it's only so long until I get rid of you anyway.” Bix frowned a little bit as she began to weave through the occasional passerby. Pausing for a bit, Solaris piped up again and said, “Actually, you know we could hasten this process if I understand correctly.” Bix squinted her eyes and thought back, “How exactly?” Solaris chucked and said, “Memory aside, the only component we need for the unbonding ritual is dragon's blood, and there's just so.” Bix cut Soaliris off by stopping in her tracks and waving her arms while saying, “Nooooo, no, no.” Stopping as she realized she was drawing looks from some of the people passing by to then think, “There is no fucking way I am going and scampering around a dragon’s cave to reduce the time I have to deal with you.” Sighing before continuing to walk and continued to think inwardly, “Not because you haven’t been a complete ass this entire time, and I don’t want to get rid of you, but because in the worst case scenario I get gutted and die.”
Solaris sighed in response and said, “Look, I’m not saying you go in and kill the dragon with next to no plan, I’m not even suggesting you try and kill the dragon.” Bix pursed her lips as she continued walking through the tents as Solaris said, “I’m saying spending perhaps a week planning on stealthing in there or something and just aim to get some blood for the means of the ritual.” Bix sighed and thought, “Yeah he said something about just needing 100 milliliters, that’s so little I could probably draw it if the dragon was sleeping without it noticing.” As they exited the collection of tents and entered the town proper Solaris said, “And it's not like you couldn’t ask for some help from the duo we are planning to go out hunting with to my understanding.”
Bix sighed and sat down next to crumbled remains of a building wall and said, “I mean it is still a risk.” Cupping her snout between her hands she continued, “In all honesty I would prefer just waiting a couple more weeks and unbonding then.” Solaris sighed and said, “I mean, I would prefer.” Getting cut off by Bix saying, “Oh my gods I get it, but you have no godsdamn risk in this situation, the two outcomes result in me no longer being bonded to you, with little issue on your part.” The sword huffed and said, “Not at all, there.” Bix quickly cut him off again saying, “Oh what, you’ll be without a wielder again in both scenarios, from what I understand that's preferable to being stuck with me, right?” Bix crossed her arms as she said so.
There was a pause where the faint sounds of the occasional footsteps and sweeping could be heard, with the occasional squeaks of an overloaded cart in the background. Then Solaris sighed and said pained, “Look, the solitary isolation I experienced in that tomb was excruciating.” Solaris continued in a somewhat flippant tone saying, “And for as much as I dislike your presence, I cannot in good faith, claim, that I would prefer that happening again.” Solaris paused before saying in a hurried tone, “And besides, getting stuck in a dragon’s hoard simply means I might have a dragon as a wielder, but more likely just another Kobold, which is a transitive leap at best and a downgrade at worst.”
Bix uncrossed her arms and thought, “So, wait is the dragon the transitive leap here or?” Solaris sighed and said, “The Kobold is transitive, the dragon is a downgrade.” Bix chuckled and thought, “How so is the dragon a downgrade?” Solaris sighed again and said, “It's incredibly likely they will not use me, and there is the possibility of them getting so fed up with me that they might actually try and destroy me by any means that could work.” Bix stretched out a bit and said, “Wait, don’t you change your shape to suit your wielder?” Continuing as she gestured with her hands and said, “Like I can see a dragon not wanting to use something that could function as a toothpick, but something to fit their size wouldn’t be unreasonable?” Solaris mentally shrugged and responded, “I have an upper limit to my size, and even my largest possible forms are suited for humans, which at best are much too small for a dragon’s grasp.”
Bix nodded slightly, and before she could say something her stomach grumbled audibly. Sighing, Bix stood up and said, “I should probably get something to eat shouldn’t I?” Solaris mentally rolled his eye in response. Bix unperturbed continued saying, “On the upside it seems like the hangover is gone from last night,” stretching a bit before there was a loud clang, and she fell limp to the ground.
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