(This is the sort of scene that's painted in rhyme, with smaller creatures happening upon a creature's lair and the warnings they sing on their return. Cecil finds himself in a similar disadvantage; not only does the elder dragon's sharp senses alert him of the hunter first, but of course he'd pick up on the careful approach of the kobold.
It's less a slip-up on Cecil's part and more a dragon's senses seeing through his stealth attempts.
The qurio are annoying little creatures. Should they be inclined to speak with their master, they would surely warn of the kobold's intrusion. Malzeno metaphorically sits comfortably while he still needs to make contact. Blades are sheathed for now; the night sky would bounce off of the steel and reveal himself too soon. He keeps himself hunched down in small corners, closing in on the marble throne. He's not going anywhere else...)
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It's less a slip-up on Cecil's part and more a dragon's senses seeing through his stealth attempts.
The qurio are annoying little creatures. Should they be inclined to speak with their master, they would surely warn of the kobold's intrusion. Malzeno metaphorically sits comfortably while he still needs to make contact. Blades are sheathed for now; the night sky would bounce off of the steel and reveal himself too soon. He keeps himself hunched down in small corners, closing in on the marble throne. He's not going anywhere else...)