You step from the dark study into the yard behind the archivist's home and find yourself in a mossy clearing. Beyond the copse of trees surrounding the home you spot a small greenhouse.

As you take in the sight of the menagerie, you notice a deep mauve colored dragon peering back at you over their book. When your eyes meet, they gently close their book, placing a leaf between the pages to keep their place and then they drift towards you.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Visitor. My name is Lorwynn; I watch over the others here in service of our master. Please, make yourself at home - and let me know if I can assist you."

You're unsure of how a dragon might smile, but Lorwynn's manner carries a warmth that puts you at ease. "Where did everyone come from?" You ask, trying to contain your wonder.

"Not everyone here has the gift of speech," Lorwynn responds, "but everyone bears a tag naming their homeland."

They raise their head just a little to reveal a thin chain around their neck. It reads "On loan from Goblincat."