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Nyzahr has gone and asked a few of the fort garrison to help her gather those of the dragon's parts that won't spoil overtime: horns, skin, teeth, scales… they will do their best to get these cleaned and properly packed for use or sale.
She will then go back down to the cavern where the refugees are and settle in a corner to wait until sunset, when she'll accompany the rest of the Blaze.
Nyzahr asks, but everyone seems to be busy at the moment. There are some people busy working at cutting off the head, but once they have it mounted over the gates as requested, they're to go back to other duties. The tiefling might have to wait for matters to settle down a bit. That should be fine, much of the blood is being captured, and the rest of the body isn't going anywhere for the next few hours.
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Cratol spots a fair number of drakes here, around a dozen. Several are of the same kind that Onwen and others encountered in the rescue from the temple, lithe and fast. Others are a larger and sturdier variety.
There are also about 30 men he can see. Mostly armed with with various polearms and bows. There are also 2 present that do not seem to be relying on their weapons. They likely are magic users of some variety, though their abilities are not immediately apparent.
Poljen grins and tells the bird that seems the most accepting of the idea, "First, fly to the north. Look for a few minutes." He describes the market area, then the warehouses to the southwest. "Then fly there. Along the way keep looking around. I will see everything you see. Thank you Little One!"
Out of Character: : Just getting a sense of numbers at each location, maybe spot Cyanwrath, and whether one group or another seems to be getting ready to leave the area.
The pigeons fly north, and spend a few minutes flying about the marketplace. The area is heavily guarded, and they give you a good view of Cyanwrath and the mage who thwarted Onthar. The two seem to be arguing about something in draconic. You can't understand the words, but you gather at least that neither of these two has authority over the other, and there is very little respect between them.
Then they fly south by southwest to the crafter district. Unfortunately, they choose the wrong buildings to investigate, and give you an excellent view of a couple of citizens hiding in a carpenter's shop.
Then they spot a few spilled loaves of bread near a bakery, and lose focus on their task completely.
Poljen can't help but grin when the pigeons lose focus. "Still, it helps," he says softly as he gets to his feet and hurries to join the rest of the Blaze.
"The birds allowed me to look at the base in the marketplace, to the north. Cyanwrath and his pet mage are arguing about something. Unfortunately my eyes lost focus and I did not get a good look at the buildings in the southeast. I think we should go ahead, and hope Tallis can report to us what she knows. Let us rescue more innocent lives, eh?!"
Fay sees Poljen come down and hurry to find the others. He stops singing and falls into step next to the big man. Looking up at him he thinks, "This must look like father walking with son, yet I am by no means a small man. This is a good man to have on me side." Fay listens to what Poljen reports. At the end he says, "Well, ''tis settled then. We go as soon as the sun settles. Are we agreed?"