Sirk's Clan

A small group of Coatls seem to have made their home where the Wandering Contagion meets the Shattered Plains. As you approach, one Coatl breaks away from the group with slow, purposeful steps. As he nears, you see that stained silk is loosely wrapped over his eyes.

"A visitor. We haven't much to offer in terms of hospitality, I'm afraid. I am Aes, priest of this clan. I will gladly assist in matters pertaining to our lady Plaguebringer."

Aes bows his head slightly upon mention of the Plaguebringer. You don't know why, but it makes you feel a little uncomfortable. Another two Coatls from the small group come up to you, heads bobbing curiously. The first to speak is a Coatl with bright yellow scales and green plumage.

"Baylir. You look healthy enough, but let me know if you catch something. I should have a poultice that will work somewhere. Well, it might make it worse... We'll see."

Although the gleam in her eyes betrays her intelligence, the smile she gives you isn't reassuring in the least. Thankfully, another Coatl immediately muscles in in front of her, fire-red plumage flaring and skeletal chimes rattling. You look up to meet this new dragon's eyes. You weren't aware that Coatls could get this big.

"Ain't gonna catch ill, not now. Ready for a traditional greeting?"

A serrated grin splits the large Coatls face, and you suddenly feel like coming over here was a bad, bad idea.