The Olde Foul Spirit Inn is buzzing with the usual chatter of the Cage, rumors about the Lady of Pain, and typical squabbling between factions. An older man in the corner working on his ale attempts to change the topic.
"I heard a group a' dem adventurers took out a white dragon on de Plane a' Ice the other day. Heard dat ting was right loud and aggressive too!"
Another chimes in. "Ye don't know a thing, ye old barmy! It wasn't white, it was blue! Overheard it from one of them me'self just yesterday."
A third jumps in the conversation as well, "Now why would a blue dragon be on the plane of ice in the first place? They reside in the deserts. And from what I've heard regarding how quickly it fell, it must have been a drake or a hatchling, no bigger than a troll."
And a fourth! "Yer mother's no bigger than a troll, ye piking sod! Whatever happened, that young sorceress girl that came in sure was pretty! Ain't she the daughter of a Harmonium Mover?"
The conversation continued with the usual banter and insults that come from starting a dialog in a place that serves large amounts of alcohol.
Rumors Of The Para-elemental Plane Of Ice
