(Arabella and friends, with friendly fires saying hi along the way, head to the South. Trying to uncover the secrets of the dragons and their knowledge.)

(Legion keeps scout for mysterious figures as they enter a saloon.)

Legion whispers: Arabella, I believe if info is what you want, here is where to find it.

Arabella: 'Where do you think we should begin? That gaggle of women over there looks promising.'

Legion: It seems so, let's proceed.

(They walk over to the herd of women)

(They walk over to the pimp and start asking them.)

Arabella: 'Excuse me, sir. Would you know where to find the local historian?'

(All of them laugh and the small spark Named Fyrre moves two women off of him while he chuckles and then gives Arabella a blank stare)

Fyrre: Who be asking?

Arabella: 'I am Arabella Hanuki, apprentice Archmage, of the College of Rhindelm. I am in need of their services.'

Fyrre: Well Love, are we all of need of some ... Servi...cesss - winks at her- Dragonborn babes are a liking here.

Arabella: 'I understand that dragonborns might be in high demand, as they are extremely rare, but I am NOT for sale. I will pay, in cash, any amount you wish for us to pay. Just give us the information and we shall go.'

(He chuckles and does a fire crackle; the girls step off a bit and he engulf himself more making him bigger and more formed)

Fyrre: Hmmp - rolls his eyes-

(Legion stands beside her and the shield flickers)

Fyrre: Calm down lancer.

(One of the girls gets up)

Girl: Other than a Pimp... He's a professor at the University - sighs- surprising... Don't tattle tale... Please - she blows a kiss at him and leaves-

Arabella: 'So............professor, do you know the person we are looking for? Or will you keep regaling us with your achievements? I will only ask you to continue with post haste, and we shall take our leave.'

Fyrre: What do you need to know? I can provide information. Just stay quiet about me.

Arabella: 'I need to know where the corpse of the last dragon king is buried. I will pay handsomely for the information'

Fyrre: Last dragon king?.... Alduin? - stares at her and puts the piece together rather quick- Not many know about him unless you are me.. Or his descendant. The forgotten king, why do you want to know?

Arabella: 'What I am specifically to him is non of your concern. All you need to know is I am one of his kind and am trying to do the will of the current king.'

(He sparks again, and all of the girls leave simultaneously)

Fyrre: Paarthurnax is alive? His fire glows bright, yes!! Listen, sugar lips. I may be a pimp and a Professor but I am one for the uprise of the dragon empire again. I understand your purpose. Protect the king at all cost. You want the grave; you need to take a splash baby across the Southern ocean and shake your dragon ass dry on the dragon ruins. But now... Reaching it is.. A challenge.

Arabella: 'Thank you, for understanding and supporting our plight. I'll listen to whatever you have to say on the challenges ahead. Will it be alright if we sit down, and order some refreshments?'

(Nods and waves his flaming arm giving sign for beverages)

Fyrre: Alright baby, sit. What do you want to drink? Just call it out. What else do you need to know? Need me to call one of my girls? Or a couple of them?

Arabella: 'I'd like some firewhiskey. Your girls won't be needed. We would like a description of the perils we shall find on the road, as well if you have any information on the location, it would be most appreciated.'

Fyrre: A'ight , well danger...uuumm on the Island I know none of. But the ocean... Mercenaries, Monsters ... Pirates. Sooo taking the seas ... Will be troublesome.

(A waiter with six arms brings in the drinks and all the mixtures)

Fyrre: It is located at the South of Rhindelm.

(The waiter serves the drink)

(She says thank you to the waiter, does a diagnostic spell of the whiskey, then proceeds to drink.)

Arabella: 'We have a way of not having to go through the ocean. Although going over it, does it hold the same perils?'

Fyrre: Honey... We live on Oamni, there's danger everywhere.

(Takes another sip of her drink and keeps talking.)

Arabella: 'Yes, Fyrre. Now, will you be able to tell us the exact location or will you continue evading the question?'

Fyrre: Consistent little one aren't ya. It's at the ruins. East off the crystals edge mountain. Head south 10 minutes and then toss a viles of a drop of blood in the dragons' eye... Trust me... You can't miss it.

Arabella: 'Thank you for your time, Fyrre. We shall be on our way.'

(Then she summons a coin purse, throughs it on the table and turns on her toes and leaves the cantina.)

Fyrre: Long live the king!!

(They head outside)