<after relating the story of the dragon, the mage, and the sword>
"... and that's why we're looking for these sword shards. We don't know exactly where they are, but maybe you and I will be able to find something or someone to help us out in Waterdeep. Whoop, hold on a sec..." Syonique raises the horn to her lips and faces north, trumpeting out a loud blast in the direction of the orc horde before tucking the horn back under her arm and resuming her rapid gliding southward.
"By the way, exactly how are you able to keep up with me? I can sense you've got some sort of power or focus inside, but... it's not like mine." Still gliding at the same pace, she rotates in midair slightly and studies the running monk.
"Are you a wizard? I've seen wizards come to Candlekeep before, researching this or that, even copied a few texts for them sometimes, but you look a lot stronger and healthier than those old relics. Better looking than some of them, too, but they had long, grey beards, and you're bald. Erm, sorry," she says, grinning sheepishly and turning face south once more.
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