As the party prepare to leave, faced with yet another fantastical task Grix says to nobody in particular "Who would have thought a simple night of guard duty would see us here....travelling the planes and dealing with dragons and liches....."  then to the dragon "any more words of advice you can give to us poor mortals" 

Fragherwe chuckles. "A lich you think you will deal with. The lich you do not want to deal with. My... friend, we can call him... is more like me. Do not enter his lair, and keep your wits about you when speaking with him. He is a tricky one, and he will not hesitate to confuse you with puzzles, riddles, and deceptions."

"Thank you for the directions, and the warning. We will be vigilant for any tricks the lich may attempt."

Grix also bids the dragon farewell, and joins the others as they head out in the direction of their next target...

Heading down the slopes, nothing happens. Trajeon looks concerned the whole time, as if he knows what you're walking into but refuses to say. Occasionally a strange howl pierces the relative silence, but everything remains normal, as normal as it can be considering the surroundings. Eventually you come to a cliff, a near 400 foot drop to a barren, dead land, devoid of even the volcanic mess that you see up where you are now. Out in the distance, you can see what appears to be a walled city or fortress of some kind, a tower in the middle seemingly acting as a kind of lighthouse, scanning the desolate wastes below for something. Suddenly, a green shimmer up in the sky distracts you. It was faint, but you're sure you saw something... flying.

Thorin points in the general direction of the green shimmer, "Did anyone else see that?" He stops and searches the sky for whatever made the light (Perception: 10).

"Green flash, yeah it was... odd?"

Thorin is unable to make anything out in great detail. However he and the rest of the group spot another green flash, this one brighter and closer.

"P'haps we should find somewhere ta hide fer a moment," Thorin says looking around for a hiding spot (Perception: 5 if you need it), "Best let whatever that thing is fly on over an' not come lookin' at us."

"If that green thing is what the dragon said it was, I don't think hiding is an option."

The shimmer appears two or three more times before it remains constant in the sky for a few moments. It grows brighter and brighter, until a shape swoops over your heads with incredible speed, kicking up large amounts of dust and ash. As it swirls about, you hear the beating of wings, and eventually a massive object thuds to the earth. When the dust settles, you see before you a magnificent dragon, its scales a shiny, smooth emerald green. It looks up at you with a snarl. "What are you doing at the edge of Krangath, mortals?"

"Another dragon? Brilliant," Thorin says quietly, and he bows slightly as he begins to address the dragon, "Hello there, master dragon. We're, uh, just travellers tryin' ta find our way ta catch up with a creature that stole somethin' from us. Blasted thing keeps jumpin' 'bout through the planes. Another dragon, p'haps a friend o' yours? Well, the other dragon sent us this way in search o' someone ta help us catch up with the squid thing that stole our artefact."

"Ah, Fragherwe, you old bastard." The dragon laughs. "He must want me to send you somewhere. Somewhere you cannot go..." He looks you each up and down. "The Astral Plane, isn't it?"

"Aye. You have th' right of it, honorable one. We were told that ta ask this of you would be rather presumptive."

"The well being of the few outweighs the many. But the well being of the few can be solved easily with the red nectar." The dragon begins. "Those that cannot be seen have the greatest advantage of all. But not only can they not be seen by others, but they eventually start to lose sight of themselves." He pauses again. "Written upon this are the words of life. Read them once, and learn what they have to teach." He pauses again. "Any arrow can lay low a foe. But any added power should be accepted, lest your ability be inadequate."

"Ah more riddles an' twisted words," Thorin says quietly, "His 'friend' warned us o' this." He scratches his chin a while, thinking deeply on the riddles presented. "Red nectar solvin' the well bein' o' the few... reminds me o' this brilliant reddish mead I had once. They called it nectar o' the gods or some such..." Thorin drifts of in his memory for a moment, then snaps back, "Or p'haps the red nectar is talkin' about somethin' like a healin' potion? Can easily solve a few well bein's."

The dragon perks up at Thorin's comment. "A healing potion. Is this your final answer?"

Thorin laughs awkwardly, "Ah no, master dragon. Just ramblings o' little dwarf," he looks to the others, searching them for some help and input.

Abzerilan tries to put together what the answer may be, given the clues of the riddle.

Insight: 14

(Which riddle? There are 4)