A Polite Discussion

"Yes, you may come in." Viermaes turns and heads back into the tower, and Attor follows.

She leads him into the

(A1) storeroom

(A2) bedroom

(A3) study

and sits down with him.

"So, who are you?" Viermaes begins.

"As I have said, I'm Attor. A two-legged dragon. I have come here, to this forest, because

(B1) I am pursued by a knightly order, and I need to hide."

(B2) I am passing through on my way to find an ancient treasure."

(B3) I have been in the wasteland for years, and I want to return to civilisation."

(B4) I am searching for a mate."

He pauses, looks slightly to the left, then continues.

"Would you mind if I were to stay with you for a few days? I need somewhere to rest, and I'm yet to find anywhere suitable besides this tower."

"You'd be

(C1) quite welcome here.

(C2) welcome to stay the night.

(C3) best served by finding somewhere else, but I will direct you.

However, might I ask where you became such an adroit knife-wielder, and able to sneak up on an elven ranger?"

"Well," Attor scratched at the base of his wings. "I'm

(D1) a former hired assassin, in a distant court."

(D2) a ranger as well, though not one trained by elves."

(D3) part of a monastic order that teaches its initiates to kill."

(D4) just naturally good at it."