Gwen nods at Tullunah as she hands her tea and a scone. “Merely a bit of trouble from the siblings, as is usual. We will have our discussion promptly. Perhaps this afternoon.” A mother’s worry in her eyes only slightly dampens the reassuring smile that tweaks the dimples in her cheeks. She parts her lips to say more, but finds her attention drawn to Vern’s plight, and her words turn into a stern tutting. “Pull yourself together! I’ve enough stress today for a grown person to be acting a fool.” Her left sandal flies into her hand and she points it at Vern as if wielding a mighty sword.
Meanwhile, Lindgrove alights down onto the table, landing nearest Tallunah. His wings are almost twice the length of his thin, cat-sized body, and drag behind him like the train of a cloak. “Gwenyvr may be too proud to say, but my siblings have gone missing.” He shifts his emerald gaze toward Zalandra. “Do you truly think some evil is afoot? Those that have gone looking have found nought. We are bid not to leave the village. I fear that through tricksy or rapscallionary they may travel to a destination beyond.”
“Grove, leave the guests alone! Mother won’t like it!” Lindaurum lands smoothly on the center of the table, her golden scale shine brightly in an errant sunbeam. “Forgive, my sibling. He always thinks the worst. In typically dramatic fashion. Our siblings may be out for a bit of fun, but they always come back. And none of us would dare leave the village without Mother or Uncles.”
Grove makes a show of preening his scales, while giving Aurum a sly look. “And what of your gallant quixotic knight? One look at the gleaming chamber pot upon his head, and you thought of nothing but glory and quests. Do I not recall Uncle fetching you back, or were that a different pyritic dragon?”
“You take that back! It was a golden helmet for a noble knight!!” Aurum growls and pounces on her sibling. The two bicker and nip at each other as they wrestle, sending scones and cups clattering about.
“Enough!” Gwen arrives with Vern in tow and scruffs the two and holds them apart, leaping up on a stool to reach them. “Apologize to the guests and fix this mess!” The siblings meekly mumble their apologies, repeating them loudly when Gwen clears her throat, and clean away the scraps of food and cups. “Now then. I’m afraid Lindgrove is correct. Lindmare, Lindalba, and Lindrosa are nowhere to be found. They were gone from their beds this morning when I went to wake them for morning chores. My staff is searching, but so far nothing.” Unconsciously, she picks at the skin around the fingernail on her right thumb. The flesh appears worried and raw. “If you would be so kind, I know each of you have some experience in the tracking or acquiring of lost things. I can offer some reward, of course, and the swift reopening of the House.”
As she speaks, she turns to each in turn; Twig, Tallunah, Zalandra, and Vern.
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Character Status
| Character | AC | Max HP | Damage | Statuses |
|---|
| Tuna | 14 | 21 | - | - |
| Twig | 15 | 35 | - | Inspiration |
| Vern | 15 | 21 | - | Inspiration |
| Zalandra | 12 | 21 | - | - |
