[Q1] Dragons Peak Burns

Getting this far was a challenge; every few steps, a quake, but nothing as serious as before. It was, however, not stopping the party from pushing forward. Because when the mountain splits apart and the ground eats you up, it’s a clear sign to follow. However, Deyran seems thrilled about the whole experience. Obviously, the guy seems to have a weird idea of what fun is.

Glancing engrossedly, his brow furrowed as he noticed the dense consistency of the blood-like fluid. The sharp scent of iron assaulted his senses, and the slimy texture clung stubbornly to his skin. But then a smile drew upon his face, the arrival of a wily idea that had emerged in the depth of his mind.

I think we should bottle this up, he suggested reflexively with a playful tone to everyone near enough to hear. Perhaps this childish behavior is why he was forbidden from ever getting close to the Court Enchanter’s things. He, however, probably just thought it was just about magic. Which is foolish, with so much magic going around one would think people would be used to it by now. But best to leave that conversation for later.

Now, if only I could find... he began, searching recklessly among his things for something to encase a bit of the red substance that had everyone in such a fuss.

Deyran, of course, eventually notices how the warrior got much closer. Perhaps it’s a different kind of blood, he replied to the warrior while continuing to search among his things.

TLDR;

• Deyran suggested bottling the blood-like stuff.
  
• He searches for something he could have that would work as a container.
  
• He replies to Aulus.