Hill's fist stopped in midair. He looked helplessly at Lynn, who was stumbling over his words. "Earth Bears have always been known for their strength. My bones are much tougher than a dragon's. Didn't you know I was a Divine Scion?"
Lynn nodded dazedly. "I knew you were a bear—no, a descendant of the Bear God... but I didn't know you were that kind of bear..."
"Corellon really is the most open-minded of them all... The nerve... The sheer range..." an Elf behind Lynn muttered.
Hill's hearing was sharp enough to catch every word, however softly spoken, but he had no intention of defending Corellon.
Corellon might not care if people guessed he had fathered children in the form of a Dryad, but Hill did not want to admit that someone like the Elven God-King was part of his bloodline.
Besides, Corellon had never paid much attention to Elven gossip. He probably would not mind bearing a little more of it.
Hill turned his attention back to Claugiyliamatar beneath his feet. Dragons were highly resilient, so she would probably wake soon. He needed to hurry.
Wait. The markings on her back were strange. They ran from her brow all the way to her tail, and dozens of lines seemed to converge on her chest.
"There's something wrong with this dragon..." Hill stood and looked down at the peculiar dragon. "Lynn... come take a look. What pattern do the markings on her body form?"
Lynn hurried over and studied the markings Hill pointed out. The Ancient Green Dragon was pale olive, making the ocher lines on her hide difficult to spot. Luckily, Hill had noticed them before acting.
"Damn it... When did the Cult of the Dragon reach as far as Waterdeep?" Lynn might not always devote himself to his duties,