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Torven walked forward up to the faerie dragons, two of them were lying beside one another and singing in their ancient tongues a love song that transcended all English translations Torven could have put to them. Torven spoke to them in the ancient dialect of the Faerie dragons, as best as he could, human voices cannot properly do this archaic language the justice it deserves.
"I am in awe of the gorgeous love songs you two shared with me today. I apologize a thousand times over if I am intruding upon your land. Trust me on this. For I am just venturing into the land of Fangorn, to visit your people there. I have heard of it's majesties and I wish to lay my own eyes upon them for my self." The male Faerie dragon's large eyes blinked slowly in admiration as he spoke in the light fluttering beautiful tongue of the Faeries.
"A very noble quest, quite worth the trip, Illgari and I sense no ill will or violence from you. . . Unlike others of your race you, you understand us and you can communicate with us as well? Impressive indeed. We need someone like you good noble. All of us dragons do, especially us more prized ones, or hunted ones. We need more like yourself to help defend our safety within the kingdoms holds. I am Stalro, please Dwarf, enjoy your venture, thank you for complimenting our love songs, we wrote them specially for each other. . . My Illgari, she truly is a being of wonder." Stalro said in a hazy, blissful voice as he gazed upon the stunningly beautiful female beside him on the mushroom in the center of the glen.

Torven had said his formal goodbyes as he walked by them they started singing again, the most beautiful songs Torven will ever hear in his long lifetime. As he walked however his instincts told him there was something else here, in the glen. . .Heading straight for him A small presence to be sure, but a presence nonetheless.

"Hello?" Torven asked in basic. "Anything out there?" He asked in the general direction he felt the noises coming from.