Yyrkoon


As the wolfrunners disembarked, Yyrkoon abandoned his place on the crow's nest and descended to the deck through the main mast shrouds. Transformed in a yellow bellied sea snake, Yyrkoon made his way to where the other misfits were.
As he approached, he used nis mind's eye to sense their presence.

He could "smell" them, the calm but secretly violent and blood-stained presence of the bearthental breathing powerfully and exhasperated for fresh air.

The almost ancestral primitive wisdom of Morkhut, steady and unstoppable like a flooding river.

And the young mind of the dragon-girl.

Yyrkoon had decided, against his natural inclinations, not to try and pierce their thoughts, he limited himself to sensing them and enjoyed the game of differentiating them assigning chromatic values to each of them.

Once with them Yyrkoon reverted to his natural shape: an attractive middle aged Yuan-ti with a glorious cobra hood.

He communicated mentally with Morkhut:

The wolfrunners and the Lodge may cause us problems. They are eager to show their worth against any "beast-blooded"

The mere concept beast-blooded irritated Yyrkoon. It negated the thousands of years of Yuan-Ti superior civilization and compared them with filthy wolves.

He answered Ember's suggestion with a nod.

Indeed, we must be on the move. We have to be cautious, even you and your fox, those rangers and mercenaries are out for blood.
Captain, what would be the suggested route to the oracle?

Yyrkoon could be charming when he wanted, and his question to the captain was formulated with the most polite of tones.

Spoiler: Diplomacy
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