"Here lassie, I got you a piece of rabbit!" I handed this to the elvish newcomer. She seemed to like it. From her actions I could see she understood every word I said but was unable (or unwilling) to reply. "Maybe Luc can speak to her, after all he understands Dragh." I thought.
The chimera's roar seemed to terrify her. What the hell was that thing doing? I needed to know...

Night came. Creeping in on us quickly as if there was something evil about it. "Time to see what's going on" I said to the others, "let me scout out the beast! I shall return soon... Meatloaf! Stay!"
Equipping my weapons I pulled on my cloak enshrouded myself with the night. I made for the roar's origin....

" Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into seperate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for distinctions. I'm too busy screaming at people. " -George Carlin