Private Tales Why did it have to be winged snakes? (Achates)

[Harrier]

The nameless tower stood at an obscure edge of the Falwood. So far as Harrier could tell, the tower dated back to the earliest tensions between Vel Anir and the elves. Now it was the next best thing to a ruin. And if she could expel the nest of winged snakes, it might even serve as a useful base of operations.

But winged snakes didn't care that she was one of the continent's greatest living necromancers. Her skeletons didn't scare them whatsoever. She'd even tried making undead winged snakes to hunt their living brothers, but the attempt went...poorly.

WANTED - professional or enthusiast amateur BEAST CONTROL - nest of WINGED SNAKES

See H.WREN, lodging at Blind Rat Pub​

 

[Achates]

How curious.

Achates thought quietly to herself as she went over the wanted ad again. Winged snakes were creatures that she hunted when she was a younger pu-girl. It had been some time since she had chased and frolicked after the beasts. A part of her was giddy over the thought of snatching them by their tails and flopping them around.

If she had a tail, it would probably be wagging at this time.

Shaking off the excitement, the girl pushed into the lodging at the blind rat pub. “Curious name.” She spoke quietly under her breath as she wondered where the inspiration for such a name came from. Could be the ideal pet for the barkeep or something along those lines. Asking passing patrons, she searched for this H.wren.

Who was this curious person who needed help with a few winged snakes?

Harrier

 

[Harrier]

Why, the woman dissecting a winged snake at the bar, of course.

The snake was a good three feet long and tiger-striped. The wingspan was proportionate. Glossy gray feathers floofed and fluttered as Harrier took a hooked knife to the snake's belly. She steadfastly ignored the disgust and fear that characterized her surroundings. The snake's head and small chunks of wing rested in jars of clear spirits.

Harrier was happy as a clam.

Achates