Tarna stands beside Dagg on the narrow ledge, shield lowered but ready. Valtor’s vast bronze form blocks the guarded nest, his folded wings casting the hatchlings’ shelter in shadow.
Tarna Óhagganlegur
Is there anything you can do to show that your promise is real? Devia needs more than reassurance carried down a mountain.
Valtor
Name the proof you would accept, giant protector. I will not offer a token that means nothing to either side.
Dagg Nabbitt
If you keep your word, I will bring one beef bison from Nabbitt Farms each week for you and your hatchlings.
Valtor lowers his horned head and considers the offer. Wind moves across his bronze scales, carrying the faint mineral warmth of the nest toward the waiting pair.
Valtor
A generous tribute, and one that can be measured. I will mark the safe boundary around this ridge. You and Tarna may witness my hatchlings’ first emergence. If my terms are breached, the tribute ends.
One claw traces a deliberate line through the pale stone, circling the nest and descending toward the safest path. Beyond it, a faint tremor stirs beneath the rock, followed by a tiny muffled peep.
✓ Quest Accepted
Bring a beef bison to Valtor
✓ Quest Accepted
Witness Valtor's hatchlings emerge
Dagg Nabbitt's turn“{Tarna speaks, "I know this request may sound odd, but would you be willing to fly to Devia, us on your back, and speak to the citizens there. we have done alot to protect the town and they respect our word. If we do this together I am certain they will show you the same respect.} {Dagg takes out his farm ledger and writes in 1 bison per week for Valtor}”
SUCCESS (Legendary Diplomacy, rolled +0)
Tarna keeps her shield lowered and addresses Valtor without shrinking from his immense shadow. Her request carries the calm certainty of protectors asking trust to become visible.
Tarna Óhagganlegur
I know this may sound odd, but would you fly to Devia with us on your back and speak to its citizens? We have protected the town, and they respect our word. Together, I believe they will show you the same respect.
Dagg opens his field journal and then his farm ledger, checking the written terms with the same care he gives any official account. His relaxed preference for ranch quiet slows his hand, but peace makes the decision effortless.
He records one bison from Nabbitt Farms each week for Valtor and his hatchlings, marking the tribute plainly, with no hidden condition or careless promise.
Valtor
You offer your back, your town’s respect, and a measured tribute. I accept. I will fly to Devia with you, speak before its people, and return before dusk to guard my clutch.
Valtor lowers his head beside the ledger, then extends one wing toward the ridge’s safer landing shelf. The faint peeping beneath the stones continues, while the agreement settles into ink and dragon’s word.
“{Valtor flies to Devia with Dagg and Tarna riding on his back, wind flowing through their hair. Dagg looks scared, not about falling but about his hat flying off, as he holds it down with one hand}”
SUCCESS (Superb Agility, rolled -3)