Pinwheel followed Andraste's directions with a growing sense of frustration. They were in a hurry! They needed to get away! Not... whatever it was she was doing. Her intentions became clear a moment later as she took the device from his claws and activated it. Pinwheel was no expert, but the ticking sounded decidedly like a
bomb.
This... was all far too intense. Running for his life was one thing, but attempting to blow someone else up, that was. Pinwheel didn't have a word for it. He didn't even protest as Andraste pushed and shoved him around, still in shock at the turn his day had taken.
The explosion boomed and shuddered like an earthquake, leaving Pinwheel nearly as dazed as he'd been after touching the armband. Andraste shoved him again, only for both of them to freeze at the sound of a roar.
Captain... Serious Face? If Pinwheel had been feeling any less shocked, he would have been outright furious at the lack of information. The Skydancer couldn't possibly expect him to know who that was. It seemed almost intentional now, how vague she was being. Still, he decided to follow her orders one last time. If this Enzul was the dragon he needed, he hoped he would be able to find him quickly and leave this whole mess behind.
Before he could decide whether or not he wanted to wish her luck, Andraste was off running. Well. That solved that. Pinwheel took off through the streets, choosing a place at random to start his search.
The moment he opened the door, however, he felt the distinct discomfort of being stared at by dozens of dragons. He'd wandered into a bar, and apparently glowing tattoos were not the norm, even here. He nearly wanted to back out and leave, but the bartender called out to him, drawing even more attention his way. Pinwheel hurried over to the Ridgeback, wanting to avoid further looks. It might not be a bad idea to ask him about Enzul either. A bartender surely heard lots of stories from his patrons, right?
"Hello, yes, ah, I'm looking for a dragon named Enzul. Have you heard of him? Do you know where I could find him?"
It was clearly not the right thing to say. The dragon seemed palpably disappointed, but countered his questions by offering him a mug of blue beverage. Pinwheel stared at it. Did he have much choice? He needed help, but after what he'd been through it was difficult to trust that this drink wouldn't do something strange to him, like make his entire arm glow or give him the third worst case of vertigo he'd had that day.
"I..." Pinwheel hesitated. If he didn't drink it and the barkeep turned him down, he'd have to find somewhere else. But if he did and it was poisoned, he'd be much worse off. "I'm sorry, it looks delicious, it's just, I'm in a bit of a hurry, you see, and, uhm... I'm all set, thank you."
