Zephyr unfurls his massive, leathery wings, shaking the gilded room with his mirth, a dark glint in his reptilian eyes.
Sgurrim gasps, his chest heaving with surprise. "By the stars, Zephyr! What brings you to this form?"
Zephyr's laughter echoes through the room, filling the air with tension. "Oh, Sgurrim, sometimes I forget my own strength. But let us not dwell on such trivial matters, shall we?
Sgurrim takes a step back, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of a nearby blade. "Trivial? You speak boldly, Zephyr. What game do you play at?"
Zephyr smirks, raising an eyebrow. "Ah, Sgurrim, always so cautious. But I assure you, no games are being played here.
Sgurrim narrows his eyes, a mixture of confusion and suspicion painted across his face. "You know I've never been one for idle words. So what is it you truly seek?"
Zephyr takes a dramatic pause, savoring the tension in the air before speaking in hushed tones. "I seek power, Sgurrim.
Sgurrim's eyes narrow, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "Power? In what form does this power come to you?"
Zephyr leans in closer, his voice barely audible "It comes in the form of an ancient artifact, hidden deep within the heart of a forgotten temple.
Sgurrim's eyes widen, surprise evident in his expression. "A temple, you say? And this artifact... what makes it so powerful?"
Zephyr grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement "This artifact, Sgurrim, holds the key to unimaginable power.
Sgurrim takes a step forward, his curiosity piqued. "Unimaginable power? Tell me more, Zephyr."
Zephyr's eyes glint with a mischievous spark "It is said that this artifact possesses the essence of the first dragons.
Sgurrim's jaw clenches, his voice filled with urgency. "The essence of the first dragons? Are you certain of this, Zephyr?"
Sgurrim decides to join Zephyr on his quest for the powerful artifact, driven by the promise of unimaginable power.
Puts a hand on zephyr's shoulder "Alright Zephyr, tell me what you need me to do."
Zephyr pauses dramatically, his eyes gleaming with excitement "Ah, Sgurrim, you won't believe it, but this artifact is guarded by a fearsome serpent.
Smirks "A serpent you say? Why did I expect anything less? What does this serpent do, Zephyr?"
Zephyr smirks, leaning in closer to Sgurrim "Oh, Sgurrim, you won't believe it, but this serpent...this serpent is said to have the ability to control time itself!"
Sgurrim's eyes widen in shock "Time manipulation? That's... unprecedented. How do we defeat such a creature, Zephyr?"
Zephyr's smirk widens, his voice dripping with confidence "Oh, Sgurrim, you underestimate my abilities.
Chuckles "You always were too confident, Zephyr. So, what's the plan then? How do we slay this serpent and claim the artifact?"
Zephyr waves his hand dismissively, a mischievous grin playing on his lips "Oh, Sgurrim, you'll see soon enough.
Laughs "Well, I'm intrigued, Zephyr. Lead the way, and let's see what you've got up your sleeve."
Zephyr winks, leading the way deeper into the shadows "Oh, Sgurrim, prepare yourself for a journey unlike any other. We will dance with danger and feast on thrills.
Leads the way, keeping his eyes peeled for any signs of danger "Just remember, Zephyr, I'm not one to shy away from taking risks. Let's get this artifact and unleash hell upon the world."
Zephyr grins, his eyes sparkling with anticipation "Oh, Sgurrim, you have no idea the chaos we will unleash! But first, we must navigate through the serpent's lair.
Smirks "The serpent's lair, huh? Just you wait, Zephyr. I'll show you my infamous blade and carve our path through that beast."
Zephyr's grin widens, his voice dripping with excitement "Oh, Sgurrim, you underestimate my own skills.
Chuckles darkly "Fine, Zephyr. Show me what you've got."
Zephyr swiftly draws a small vial from his pocket, holding it out to Sgurrim "Behold, Sgurrim, the antidote to the serpent's time-manipulating venom.
Takes the vial, examining it closely "An antidote, Zephyr? Impressive. How did you come across such knowledge?"
Zephyr smirks, his voice laced with mystery "Oh, Sgurrim, secrets are of the essence in our line of work.