Bibrid, when they are far from even the most remote of villages, takes his full dragon form and flies them all to the edge of a beautiful, bountiful, valley full of wild game and wild-growing fruits and vegetables. They're going to gather a large harvest to help a village that is currently cut off due to severe flood waters. -- BKF
"Wraithvine," said the raven as it lit on a nearby branch. "Hiland Vale needs you." It swooped down to the ground, and squawked in a demanding fashion.
Chance had flinched into a defensive stance, wooden sword ready to defend themself. Scramble's own readiness was more half-hearted, because ze recognised a raven as a true bird[1]. Scramble said, "It's harmless. You're safe."
Wraithvine calmly took a small bun from one of hir pockets and tossed pieces down for the bird.
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