JessiLeo, The adventures forthwith!

"I may not willingly allow a lady to enter danger alone--pray note, milady, I dare not say unprotected, nor even suggest it of you. But if you will allow me a moment to my Craft?" Moonhawk offers another rather olden bow (the only legitimate kind, he thinks sadly), and--taking a small knife in each hand--crouches to earth. After a pained moment the man gives way to bird, a dark hawk with shiny metal spurs extending from each wingtip. The hawk nods to the dragon and holds his wings at ready.