You think that the badlands don't sound appealing, so you head towards the fountains and cresent, wondering what they will hold for you. You quickly percieve the landscape to be changing. There are different creatures living here, and the hills are flatter, and the meadow turns to a muddy yellow-brown.
"Aha!" comes a dramatic male voice. "I see!"
You see a large dragon with two heads -- one at the end of its tail, one on its neck -- grimacing at you. He is deeply green and tall. "Who are you?" he asks.
You introduce yourself, keeping your distance. While you don't think he wants to hurt you, he most certainly could. He snorts as you speak, but he doesn't interupt nor stop you.
"Kriolten," he says, begrudgingly. "I guess."
"Gee," comes a softer voice. "Kri, what are you doing? Scaring away people again?"
A warm-colored gryphon comes out of nowhere, as he blended in with where he was sleeping. "Call me Zalava," he says. "And welcome to the near-end of the meadow! I see you're heading out, eh?"
You nod, not sure how else to answer.
Kriolten replies, "Well, you can always come with me to the beginning of the meadow, rather than going forward. Figured I should offer."
"Yeh," says Zalava, "and if you head out here," he points his beak to the right, "you'll enter the fountains. However, if you keep going on, I'm sure you'll hit the cresent. Sound good t o you?"
Kri and Zalava smile at one another. "Well, make up your mind, silly wanderer!"
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