((The next few sections were co-written by Eldrian, my guildie and an awesome roleplayer.))
"So you're telling me," Commander Roberts said slowly, "that the ram talked to you."
"Duh." Sherelandia scowled just a bit.
Galeas shrugged. "Dryads are able to communicate with animals. If she says that's what he said, I trust her."
"That's fine for you, Sir Knight, but I'm responsible for this place while the General's away." Roberts sighed.
There was the sound of a horn within the camp, and some commotion. Voices shouted back and forth, and then a large...thing landed at the gryphon nest. It was a drake, one that seemed to be made entirely of rough-hewn stone; crates and bags were tied to it with sturdy ropes. It appeared to speak briefly with the flight master, and then began to approach the command tower on four feet.
Roberts shook his head and looked at the two less rocky persons before him. "Well, if what you're telling me is true--and thus far I haven't heard a better explanation--" Sherelandia perked, looking happier, as the Commander continued. "--then we've got a security breach, and need to find a way to stop it."
"Such as?" Galeas asked.
"Well, since you two are such experts in the matter, I was hoping you could tell me."
As the stone drake creature lumbered closer, Galeas shrugged again. "The thing is, I wouldn't know what to do to begin with." The huge thing began to push past him, and he stepped out of the way. "Er...sorry."
The drake nodded to Galeas, then turned to Commander Roberts and spoke in a low, rumbling voice: "Supplies in from Theramore. I shall drop them over there."
Sherelandia looked speculatively at the drake, as it moved to one side and lay down, then backed out of the harness.
"Forget it," said Galeas. "It talks, so I don't think you can charm it."
"I never!" Sherelandia harrumphed, folding her arms.
The drake hunched over, and its parts began to shift around and shrink--until it was flesh, and only the size of a draenei man. Then it was a draenei man in blue-gray mail armor, kneeling on the flagstones nearby. Sherelandia looked at him with extreme interest.
"Oh yes, the farseer," Commander Roberts said. "That's right."
The draenei nodded. "Always happy to make a delivery. Old man like me isn't always good for much, you know."
Galeas studied the newcomer. Old he might be, but his two warbraids were still brown and heavy. And it was clear that he'd seen significant battle, judging from the scars on his face and the missing point on his forehead plate. "Farseer?" he mused. "Doesn't that mean something like a shaman?"
"That it does, youngling," the draenei said heartily. Galeas wasn't sure how he felt about being called a "youngling", but it seemed to him that he had stopped being young a very long time ago himself.
He decided not to make an issue of it. "I wonder," he said to Roberts, "if he might have some insight into this deviltry?"
"What sort of deviltry, hmm?" the draenei asked.
Roberts looked doubtful. "I don't know how much we want this to get around."
Galeas laughed. "Sir, with all due respect, you have people coming and going every day. One more shouldn't make that much difference."
"What's going on, now?" the draenei asked again, showing quite a bit of interest.
Roberts sighed. "Very well." He explained the situation to the draenei quickly, but accurately to the information he'd been given.
The draenei frowned. "Are you looking for healing or insight, then?"
"Insight," Galeas put in.
"Hmm. A charm, perhaps." The draenei paused, and Sherelandia smiled brightly at him. "Vexing the horses. Or maybe even the ram?" And he peered at the dryad.
"Go ahead, Sherelandia," Galeas encouraged her.
"Sure thing, Fluffy!" she said. "The ram told me that he and the horses heard a voice on the wind. It was telling them to throw off their riders and be free."
The draenei listened carefully. "I do not presume myself a dryad's better. If you say the ram is sane, then that is acceptable." He paused, thinking, and Roberts looked skeptical. "A charm born of water but borne by wind...very unusual indeed."
"Farseer, you've heard of such a thing?" Galeas asked.
"Oh, it's quite simple, really. See, many mages have spells to, ah, befuddle the mind, yes? Well, a shaman can easily manipulate such a spell to charm an animal, with the mage's assistance. Such is a Waterborn spell, to slip around the defenses of the mind. It would have a short range, though. Hence, I believe, the wind..." He paused, musing over something. "However, I am but a man. Let us see what the elements think, hmm?"