Wings of Fury 2

Zaya-Viel Madina... had already been here for a while, actually. Arrived an hour ahead of time. She hadn't quite picked up the particulars of this world's clock yet, and she wanted to play it safe. The rather short, golden-orange tsavari sat at a table (hopefully the correct one!), dressed in otherworldly and particularly weathered clothing that didn't fit the rustic decor at all. Open on the table in front of her, next to a mostly-empty glass of wine and a bowl of long-eaten soupe à l'oignon, were no less than three large books. Each looked fairly dense, and two of the three had diagrams of dragons clearly displayed as Zaya glanced between them.

She mumbled to herself in Zrucanese, and paid no mind whatsoever to the rest of the restaurant. This was her chance, and she needed to be ready for anything that might happen over the course of... what, dragon-slaying? Is that really what she was here for? Seemed foolish. Probably a mistake.