The knock to the door went unheard. No one was home to hear it. In fact, the homeowner was only just arriving. A carriage taxi that was commonly seen throughout the streets of Destarin pulled up outside of the building. It seemed a bit strange for such an average looking carriage, weathered and old to stop in front of this opulent looking home, enough to make one wonder if perhaps the taxi was simply in the wrong place because surely the owner or whoever lived here wouldn't be taking a taxi. Surely they should have their own private carriage. And yet, the door to the dingy carriage was opened and out stepped a man. He was dressed well, his suit clearly tailored, but it was perhaps the only thing which looked nice about him. Generally he had fairly average features but the most surprising part about him was the fact he was carrying a large severed reptilian tail that was dripping lime-green blood that ate away anything it dripped onto like a highly concentrated acid. Perhaps this was why he took the taxi rather than his own carriage for after exiting the taxi it was quite clear that the entire bottom had nearly melted away completely and the only parts which remained were one small section near the front to be used as a foothold.
"Send me the bill for the repairs," he stated plainly and the one driving the carriage taxi, a nervous looking kobold, simply nodded emphatically before snapping the reigns and ushering the horse drawn carriage away quickly before anymore damage could be done.
Valentin looked at the one stood outside the threshold of his estate and after giving them a brief but quick appraisal, asked unceremoniously, "And who are you?" The tail he held was massive, it was longer than his abdomen and was partly draped over the front of his shoulder, the severed part held away from his body as it dripped a puddle of sizzling green onto the stone ground.
Vanathi had lost her good manners, obviously, at the sight of the massive tail, their eyes growing large and then a grin appeared on their face. “Who am I?” they called. “Who cares!? What is that?” They pointed at the tail and hoisted the box on their shoulder in order to have one hand free to hold out to the tail. “Did you catch that? If so, where?” They imagined fighting such a creature, one handed perhaps. They checked the stranger for injuries but saw none. Frowning and reaching for the creature.
The box completely forgotten, Vanathi wanted to know everything there was to know about the tail. And if questions did not come soon, the Vaanii was already holding out their hand to touch the green goo that sizzled out.
