Vax has made a habit of flying over the important places here. When he spots familiar colors in a tiny package down below, he changes shape and lets himself fall.

Vax’ildan is the same as ever but missing all the gear that says he is a champion of a god. The wings snap out and the feathers are different, the colors of dusk fading into true night. He grins when he sees Scanlan. “Scanman, well. The party is starting now you’re here.”

Dragon horns stick out of his hair in spirals. He shakes his head and gestures. “Let’s walk. I’ll tell you what the fuck I’ve seen here. Can you show me which color potion you got with your message?”