[Black Goat Park]

Erasmus lands on a table!

That's kind of weird, but... well.

He is a dragon, after all.

The elf snaps his fingers, and suddenly the chair at the foot of the table is an ornate reclining couch, perfectly fashioned for a dragon to use.

"I believe introductions are in order first," the elf says, smiling congenially. "I am, of course, Baron Antoine of the Black Woods. All of this lovely domain is mine. I plan on doing some redecorating once all the riff-raff has been removed. They're stubborn things, you know. Like trying to get rid of lice. Ah, but here I am prattling on. Please, good dragon, may I have your name?" the elfs, wearing the most innocent and innocuous of expressions.

He seems like a totally trustworthy guy.

Erasmus can tell him his name, right?

There's a dull thump as one of the books topples off its chair and onto the stone floor.

No need to pay attention to that. Probably isn't important.