The Sound Of It

Natha scowled in disappointment. Just her luck that neither would know of the dragon. She looked to Pyralis. "Dam. I thought for sure you'd know, marked as you are so." Another dead end, she'd been so hopeful and now she was having to endure the teasing of the mongrel and the feathered busybody. They introduced themselves and Natha replied, her voice low and cool. "Natha Críoch. I suppose if neither of you have any information to offer me than I might as well be on my way." She got to her feet and shook out her pelt, ridding it of the dust that seemed to accumulate in this place.