"Ya know," Meceron says to Zaris, as he takes to the air to attack "when he said giant crabs, I thought he was exaggerating". He was trying to make a joke and raise morale, but he wasn't sure if foxes and dragons shared a simillar sense of humor.
Speeding towards the skeleton fiends, Meceron spreads his arms out wide and straightens his wings, attempting to bowl them over. As he had hoped, his twelve foot wing span takes the majority of them down, if only for a moment. Landing, he turns to face them as they begin to rise to their feet, and he stretches his body out and beats his wings again. The cave ceiling was too low for a twelve foot dragon to take to the air any other way. As he flew over them, he turned himself upright, and flopped down on about ten of them while they were still down, crushing them, and reducing them to mere fragments. Unfortunately, this leaves him open, and one of them stabs his wing. Meceron lets out a great roar of pain and stumbles back. After swatting away an approaching foe with his tail, causing it to hit the wall and break apart, he checks the wound.

"Maceron, I'm pretty bloody chuffed that theyre so big - no fun without a challenge." Zaris says, as he heads towards one of them, paw on his readied katana's hilt. He run behind one and starts slashing away, vigorously.

"I say we see how much this is worth - I don't want to lose any we can keep." says Zaris, grabbing a fistful of the treasure.

   "Taking the treasure for ourselves is probably smarter. A boat that small might be fine for small voyages, but we don't know how far we will have to go," Duron replies. The bottom of his right foot has almost completely turned into mud from being in the water, giving him an awkward limp. It will form back soon, maybe in a few hours because it was small, but if he stayed in here it could be catastrophic. "I'm going to get on to dry land to make sure I don't turn into a mud puddle, gather up as much treasure as you can though," Duron told the group.

Meceron looks at the others "This looks like what we need. I think we should take it. It's big enough, and we'd have money left over for other expenses we encounter". Meceron waits for the others to answer, as many people seem to find dragons a bit intimidating, and he doesn't want to ruin the chance by addressing the sailor personally.

   Duron thinks about the offer. He realizes that he, being nearly 4 times the size of this man, could probably intimidate him in to a cheaper price.

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"Of course we should buy it! It's a bloody bargain!" Zaris grabs the coins and begins counting to 500 gold. Whilst doing this he says "Meceron, you are acting awfully cautious. You should go ask him for it while I count these."

The boat steadily sails on towards the horizon. The land is getting smaller and smaller in the distance.

"It would seem that not the whole world knows, as would seem so far. We are here to get an orb which is apparently here. I'm just hoping you don't have orbs everywhere." Zaris says, stepping in front of the group.

Meceron looks at the creature, his head tilted to the side. This is one curious looking fellow, and Meceron's less civilized dragon nature prevails over his refined behavior that he has adopted while living among humans, as he stared rudely. "What...what exactly are you? I've never seen a creature like you before". Meceron notes the look on the faces of his friends, who are obviously embarrassed by his lack of restraint, but what could they expect? He's a dragon, a brute beast by nature, not a prince or even a peasant. Why humans and other beings worked so hard to supress their true thoughts and feelings was beyond him. Perhaps this...thing would be of simillar a nature and understand his curiousity and plainness of speech. At worst, he would be more like a human, and pretend not to be offended.

"We are just here for the orb" says Thinri as he hopes this creature is as friendly as he hopes.  "We are on a quest to find four of them and we have been  told that one of them are here" he says with a relaxed tone.  Deep down inside he is hoping that this creature won't snap at them for talking about the orb.

Thinri walks into the room with the high priest.  "Hello?"  he calls out as he takes the first few steps into the room.  He sees a man sitting in a chair.  "Hello, we were told that you knew that we were coming to find the orb" he says to him.  "We have heard that it is possibly making you sick as well as making things feel strange"  he adds.  "We have come to find it" he says waiting for a response from the high priest.  

"Helloooooo!" Zaris says in a booming and cheerful voice. "So, I have heard you have been having a few health problems - can't let that get in the way. What's wrong?" Zaris asks at the same time as Thinri, sounding progressively cockney.

(ooc: You might want to check your spelling, GenesisJunkie. I don't know if I mentioned, but my character has a really british accent, much like myself)