Dragons Blood

[Kaja Wolfagen]

The wounded beast lifts itself from the ground, and the crowd of gawking onlookers watch with anticipation upon thier faces.
But one person stands alone in the shadows, a look of hunger upon his stretched features.
As the dragon walks from the town with all the townsfolk following, the lone figure moves from his concealed place and makes his way with carefull steps to where the dragon onced layed, kneeling upon the ground a gnarled hand emerges from the figures dark robes with a bottle clenched within its grasp, with pain stacking precision Kaja places the bottle within the puddle of blood and lets the thick liquid pour within the bottle.

[Salathe]

Salathe, sitting against the town walls thinks about earlier today, when the dragon died. He remembers how the dragon turned to dust and left behind no organs, or anything that could bleed. He also remembers how the dragon didnt bleed at all, and didnt bleed as it died. Then he thinks about the gift the dragon had given, and gets up and heads out to find a place to sleep

[Maeve]

Maeve walks down the cave. It is cold down there. And very silent. The cave is abandoned long ago yet.

She stands still for a moment and looks around while she rubs her hands warm. She remembers how she sat here together with Veralion. It was a nice, though a short time. A pity she wasn't able to spent more of her time with him.

Maeve moves further into the next room. It is Kajas study room and Maeves face grows into a sad expression.
"Oh Kaja", she whispers...
"I do miss you so much. The time we spent together. The mischief things we have done". She smiles for a fraction of a second.

"Now you old orc left me here. At least you could have said goodbye." Her voice grows into a silent and sad whisper. "We would have been able to do great things."

Shaking her head Maeve stops whispering and looks again around in the room. The bookshelf attracts her attention and she approaches, pulling several books from it. After looking at the title she doesn't make any effort to put them back in place, but let them fall onto the ground. Who would care?

But... what was that?
Behind a big book about druidism reveals a bottle on the shelf. With a frown she grabs the bottle and looks intently at its content, shaking it slightly. Blood.