The tunnel settles into a hush. The luminous threads pulse soft green between the knights and the dragon's shadow, and the alcove sits open like a pale secret in the wall.
The Elder Knight
How should we guard them, then? From the world outside, from careless hands, from the road and the sun?
He approaches the eggs with reverence, not a step too close. The Fighter-Butcher lowers his shoulders. The Scarred Knight keeps watch, but his grip loosens on the hilt.
The Elder Knight
Not a prize. Not a spoil. A duty given shape.
The Fighter-Butcher
We can bar the passage, or stand it ourselves. We are good at being the thing that does not move.
The Scarred Knight
And we can learn the rhythms of the place. Eggs do not need noise. They need calm, and time.
The pulse from the binding threads answers in the dark, steady as a heartbeat. Dust rests on stone, and for once no one reaches for a weapon. The question hangs open, quiet and practical, waiting for the first dragon's answer.
+ Story Quest Added
Guard the pale eggs
+ Scene Quest Added
Keep the hidden alcove safe
“I turn them in to lesser draks, to gaurd and to become real dragons through lessons with the hatchlings when they hatch, later.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled -1)
The first dragon lowers his head over the clutch, and the tunnel seems to listen.
The Elder Knight
Then let it be named plainly. We guard, we tend, and we answer to this place.
The binding threads brighten once, as if the shadows accept the oath.
The Scarred Knight
Teach us the rules you want kept. We will hold them when you are elsewhere.
The Fighter-Butcher
And when the hatchlings come, we learn beside them. Not over them.
The Elder Knight kneels by the alcove, palm hovering above the stone, careful as a vow.
The Elder Knight
Name the first lesson, and we begin.
Quest Complete
Guard the pale eggs
Quest Complete
Keep the hidden alcove safe