As we entered town, a strange feeling washed over me. The streets were empty, but I felt the sensation of being watched. The gith had taken us here, saying it was his home, promising that it would be a safe place for the eye. Had we been too rash putting our trust in him?
I looked for the gith, trying to see if I could glean any hidden thoughts, but instead met the gaze of an unknown dragonborn who seemed to be approaching us. The dragonborn directed us towards the chief's house, one who the gith appeared to be very familiar with. I still could not shake the strange feeling in my gut, but I also doubted our "quest" as it was. Simply carrying the Eye had made us a target of thugs and mercs. Not to mention the looming threat of the undead that were undoubtedly interested as well.
That thought left my mind as the gith knocked on the chief's door. We were greeted by a large, blue-scaled dragonborn, who took an interest in the little dragon. The blue dragonborn excitedly explained that they were both descended from the same tribe. A tribe that had split on bad terms after decades of civil war, something that Daisy seemed to be unaware of. The little dragon learned about the history of his people, although it was a dreary one... I felt a slight bit of kinship in this.
As we spoke, the chief invited us in for a meal. A half-elf boy served us, introducing himself to be the chief's adoptive son. The chief spoke of the history of the village, and how they were skilled craftsmen, the half-boy offering to create an instrument to celebrate the reunion of lost tribe members. Learning of the techniques of other craftsmen always piques my interest, but this half-boy claimed to be able to craft an instrument able to withstand the corrosive breath of the little dragon. But the material required to forge such an instrument will be challenging to acquire. We were tasked to hunt down a beast in the swamps of Palud Vivente and take its horn.