You walk through the door into a wood-paneled room. The walls are lined with bookshelves, which oddly enough, are empty. The floor is cool marble that doesn't really go well with the walls. Several large, comfortable-looking maroon chairs invite you to sit down. You begin to feel rather tired, and sit down. You hear a startled squeak and stand up suddenly. A small grey dragon crawls out from beneath the cushion, and glares at you reproachfully.

You hear a muffled laugh and looks up. Somebody-or-Other is there, trying to supress her laughter. "Sorry about that," she giggles. "Moran does like his chairs." She motions to a different chair, and you sit down cautiously. "He's a Xir dragon from the Silver Unicorn. They're born alive, and I found him in the shadow of the keep. Isn't he adorable?" Moran throws her a profoundly disgusted look and slumps his way over to a shelf, which he curls up on. "Xir dragons can teleport, but rather differently from other dragons. The have excellent memories and can bond to other creatures, although it isn't neccesary. Most are omivores, but Moran here prefers vegetables, for some reason. I'm not sure if they can't talk as babies, or if the never do, or if Moran here's a mute. Onti, emelii." She shrugs. "He's found other ways to get his feelings across. Come back later! He's still growing!" You smiles, and leave.