Strangers in a Cave...

"I have checked the cave where I first met him and he's not there," grumbled Aralt to himself.  "And no one seems to have seen that small Dragon lately or they are not wanting to talk to me about where he might be."  Aralt had already walked around the village and had tried to find the Wysps that had helped him before.  He had even asked around if anyone has seen that rat friend of the Dragon's but still no luck in finding either.  "Even a little locating magic has been useless since Dragon's are immune to it," he grumbled again.  

Finally, as his feet were sore from all of the walking (which he was still not used to doing as he was used to being carted around in a carriage and treated with honor... What Had This World Come To!!), the Herald decided to take a seat on a large, flat rock in front of a cave.  As he massaged his tired feet, he thought he heard some distant music.  "I wonder what the occasion is," he pondered as he turned his head in different directions to see if he could figure out where the music was coming from.  It didn't take long before he realized that the music was coming from the cave and it sounded like there might be more than one player.  "If it isn't the young Dragon, then maybe they will know where to find him," Aralt decided as he entered the cave.

Upon entering the dark entrance, the Herald waved his hand and a magical glowing light appeared.   "This should work," Aralt murmured as he followed the sound to the source of the music using the light to show his way.  As he approached and the music became louder he thought that he could see the path without stumbling.  Not wanting the players to see him he banished the light and slowly proceeded down the cave.  Hoping for answers and not wanting to scare away the musicians, Aralt slowly peered around a large rock to see who was there.

What he did see surprised him!  It was two guys cooking in what looked like a kitchen.  There was a cooking pot and a lot of crates of food items, but what Aralt hadn't expected was the floating utensils, the funnel that one of them was blowing through like a horn, a green glowing liquid bubbling in the cooking pot and two guys cooking without a grill!  While one was cooking, the other creature was looking in a bag that look like it had knitting in it. 

"This is just getting stranger and stranger," muttered Aralt quietly so the others would not hear him.​

As the Herald hid behind the rock and watched them, soon the music stopped playing and the one cooking clapped his hands and shouted "Ambrosia!"  Startled, Aralt jumped back from the rock, but luckily the others did not see him as their attention was on the green glowing liquid.

"Another batch of Ambrosia for the Dragons," Allspice told Nutmegg as the Hobb-goblyn put down his knitting to help pour the liquid from the cooling cauldron like pot into bottles and barrels for storage.  "I am glad that you are here," Allspice continued, "as it does make this easier than when I brew by myself." 

"I have been thinking about what you told me, Allspice, and though the Ambrosia doesn't stop the Dragon's wishing power, do we really want to take away a Wish Dragon's ability to grant wishes?" asked Nutmegg.

Hearing that made Aralt freeze.  "What's this?" he thought.  He then tried to block out all the other sounds in the cave so he would not miss this revealing conversation.  Nutmegg continued.  "If their ability to grant wishes was taken away from them, then would we be able to restore those Fae lost due to mis-enchantments?  Also, I don't think there is a way to take away their power especially since they are immune to any magical spells and devices that we know of." 

"That is what I thought at first, but if Siate' is worried about that young Dragon who said he is no longer a Wish Dragon, then there must be something behind it," answered Allspice.  "I agree, there is something of a mystery here," replied Nutmegg, "and you know that I love a good mystery who-dun-it."