An Icewing silently slunk into town. But something was a bit off about this one. It seemed skinny. It's eyes were bright and not black and it had less spikes than usual on his head and tail. But it also seemed completely normal in the heat of the desert. What was wrong with it? Was it an IceWing at all? But now it was buying food from a Vendor, bargaining on some mangoes and meat; gold in its pouch it had on the side of its flank.