You spot a young man croached over something in the corder. His blue eyes seem to give away that he is happy, and his arms are wrapped about something.
A glint of bronze flashes as a small bronze firelizard perches himself on his shoulder. He looks over and chirps a few times, but the boy does not move.
"A what?" he finally says. He turns his head and lets go of whatever it was that he was holding on to. "Hello," he says.
You greet him in return and explain your presence. He is very greatful that you have come.
"Call me Flannio," he begins. "A few call me Flan, but I really don't think it is nessassary for wanderors to call me that. It is my offical name."
"Official name?" you ask.
"Yes, when you move here you write a shorter name for yourself. Since I have Tarikith, the blue, I shortened my name."
Follow the Tunnel
Return the the Entrance of the Layr
