"I don't see any reason you can't help, but don't be surprised if anyone is wary of you. Around here, most people only care if you look and act like and enemy or not. So long as you don't match both as an enemy, you should be fine, but do expect a little questioning here and there," she said, standing up to step out of the water, a thin coat of ice clinging to her, "What magics do you deal with  as a specialty? We can get a good idea what they might have from the magic you know."

"Then to be fair, take this bone as colateral. It hold the same kind of meaning to me," she said, taking the book and placing the bone in his hands. Flipping through the pages, Ahnah examined the spells scribbed into them.

"I wouldn't say you need a key to be able to read it. It's just a direct, letter for letter translation of an acient language. A language still used today by the oldest of tride in the north. While I can read it, I do not possess the magical ability to use the spells inside, even with my bone," she said after turning to the back of the book and reading a few pages, "I was raised to be a shaman, not a mage. So long as you avoid using any necromancy or mind control magic, no one can pin you as an enemy."

"Communities below the arctic circle havelong since left the language in the back. If you looked on my bone, you'd see the same format of letters on one side, and what looks like simple scratches on the other," she said, returning the book and taking her bone back, "While I can't read the scratches, the person who put them there could, and they say the same as the translated piece on the oposite side."

"My name is Ahnah, and the magic I use is an acient veriety of shamanism. The magic is very attached to the user as it can only be used under very specific conditions that are met during training. One example of how far these conditions go is that this bone isn't just mine by posession, it was removed from my very body," she said, her eyes taking on an ice blue glow as the markings on the bone took on the ssame color, "The rituals I had to endure has siphoned all magic potential I had into the bone."

I yawn and streach, suddenly tired.

"OK love I'll be back as soon as the meeting done with."

"Alright, stay safe dear," Mayumi said, placing a thick cover over the eggs, "I will be here tending the nest and our home."

Name: Ricken

appearance: he is a tall, bronze dragon whose wings are attached from his his back to the end of his tail.  He wears a tall pointed mage hat and always carries his magic book with him.  He had bright green eyes and the membrane between his wing bones has a red tint.

Occupation/hobby: he is a strong mage, used to be a part of the necromancers followers by force, now is trying to become one of Goldenscale's enforcers.

Detail(optional): he was raised as a kind young dragon and was taught to be a mage from a young age.  He was then handed down the family magic book, an old book rarely seen anymore.  Several years later, he was taken by the rogue dragons and forced against his will to join.  Found Goldenscale and decided to protect her as well as her enforcers.  After seeing Ahnah for the first time, he developed a crush on her.

"You had your bone taken from your body!  That sounds like it would hurt very much..." he said.

"Yes, the pain was beyond anything I've ever felt. That was when I was four, and I've never felt anything worse than what I felt when they cut my side open and snapped off a rib," Ahnah said, combing through her fur to dislodge the built up ice, "It was worth the pain though.The magic I wield with it is much stronger than the same magic used without such a link. The main reason I became an enforcer was to be accepted and to become physically stronger. All the magic I know is tied to the bone. and if I am separated from it, I lose the ability to use it."

"But isn't a shaman's magic most important to them?  Why not keep their magic within their bodies instead of placing it in something they can loose?" he asked.