Priant

Uh-oh, looks like this colorful charlatan wandered a little too far from his home lair eli105, 503244, and now he's off to see the world! If ever you feel the need to exalt, he'd really appreciate it if you could just return him to the home lair, or to the 'Dragons Off To See The World' thread, here. This is not necessary, but he would be very grateful!

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Travel Log:

Clan Driftisle: Priant didn't stay here for long and didn't plan on staying any longer. He had a small stall in the marketplace where he sold "magic potions", and once one of them made the engineer sick for a week, he knew that the warriors would be coming soon, to lock him up or worse. He had to get on the move.

Audible' Enclave: "Finally!" Priant exclaimed. He'd been randomly throwing ingredients in the cauldron brewing for hours, and this was the first batch that wasn't a charred mess that stubbornly clung to the bottom of the cauldron. Well, there was one other brew, but it instantly corroded all the bottles that he tried to transfer it to. Even if it worked, he doubted that he could stand looking at the neon yellow potion all day. "This looks similar to a Minor Health Potion," Priant mused. "I just might be able to sell this!"

He didn't have to wait long for his fist customer - the ambient light from the surrounding lava pools was soon blocked out by the looming shadow of a passing Guardian.

"I'LL TAKE THE WHOLE LOT!" She boomed.

Priant flashed a smile at his only customer for the day. "Certainly!"

The smile soon became strained, as he tried to avoid the remains of familiars stuck on the Guardian's wings, while he secured the box of potions.

"You have a little... something..."

"OH, THESE? YEAH, THEY PUT UP QUITE A FIGHT. NOTHING I COULDN'T HANDLE!"

Priant sighed.

Just as the warrior turned to leave, he remembered the engineer unfortunate enough to consume his brews.

"These potions must be for her own stash," he tried to reason with himself. "Besides, she would be too strong to even fall sick!"

"THANKS AGAIN! THE RECRUITS WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE THIS."

Priant felt himself wince, and hoped the Guardian didn't notice. As soon as she was out of sight, he dismantled the store and fled. He wouldn't want her to come after him.