Rowan gave her a smile as the little pink dragon approached him. "You're very wel-" He stopped when he realized what Pim was after. "Hey!" He shooed it away even as it hissed and backed off. "You leave him alone. He's not feeling well!" But as quickly as he was defensive, he gave a little coo to the dragon. He'd never seen one before, knew of them but never seen one.
She was researching the blight? By request of Frey? Well then. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the blighted beasty. "Yes, the Mathair. Frey said it started there? I wonder if there are more sick little ones." He gently patted the black ink from the squirrel's fur. "I've been collecting them. Trying to keep them comfortable until Ludo takes them to Mort."
"My name is Rowan, it's nice to meet you Phoebe. Maybe you can help me find a way to save these guys."
She was researching the blight? By request of Frey? Well then. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the blighted beasty. "Yes, the Mathair. Frey said it started there? I wonder if there are more sick little ones." He gently patted the black ink from the squirrel's fur. "I've been collecting them. Trying to keep them comfortable until Ludo takes them to Mort."
"My name is Rowan, it's nice to meet you Phoebe. Maybe you can help me find a way to save these guys."
