Pard's Clan

"Greetings!" A fat, middle-aged Tundra waddles toward you carefully, the stones growing in his fur and wings clearly slowing him down. "We welcome you with open wings, arms and claws to Clan Stonehearth's underground domain. I am Atronas, Clan Patriarch. Be welcome in our caves and caverns. If you are claustrophobic, let one of the Nocturnes or Faes know, and they will lead you out."

"As long as you are friendly, we shall be, too--we strive to harm no one, and to encourage friendly discourse between dragons of all flights. We--" angry murmurs are heard from a few shadowed cave mouths, "--aim to present a united front against hatred, mistrust, and dishonesty. Together, we can build and continue peace and prosperity. Again, I say to you, welcome! Please feel free to explore."

His speech clearly done, the Tundra turns and begins to trudge laboriously back across the landing to one of the many caves. As he does so, he pulls a small book out of his satchel and buries his nose in it.

Just before reaching the cave and becoming completely lost in shadow, he starts and turns. "Oh, I almost forgot! If you are ill, injured or even just tired, I urge you to try the salt pools! Our healer, Ammania, swears by them."

Finally finished, nose firmly back in the book, the Tundra melts into the shadows and is gone.