Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20160920234634/@comment-26005135-20160926004413

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: The dragon finds a clear courtyard large enough to hold it, and descends gently, folding in it's wings to keep from clipping the buildings. Curling up a little, it settles in as if to wait for the elves to approach it. Dolenus approaches the dragon.