Valtor descends over Nabbitt Farms and lands in the outer pasture, his vast bronze wings driving dust through the grass. Dagg and Tarna remain aboard his broad back as the dragon folds his wings.
Merrin Holt rushes from the working sheds, staring only briefly before seizing the livestock gate’s wooden bar. He swings it wide, leaving the pasture’s heavy inner pens open for the promised tribute.
Merrin Holt
The bison is ready, Dagg. I kept it separate as you asked, though I never expected to see a dragon collecting ranch payments.
Dagg leads Valtor toward the prepared pasture, where a beef bison lies ready beneath the shade of the stock barn. The dragon lowers one claw and lifts the dead animal with careful precision.
Dagg Nabbitt
Will you return once the hatchlings have fed?
Valtor
I will return, rancher. The tribute honors our agreement, and I will bring my word back to this farm before I speak with Devia again.
Valtor beats his wings and rises, the bison secured in his claws. Merrin watches from the open gate while Tarna steadies herself beside Dagg, and the bronze dragon turns toward the distant ridge, leaving the farm quiet and the agreement honored for now.
“{A few hours pass and then Valtor returns with Tarna on his back.} Okay so the beef bison has been given to you Valtor and your clutch is fed. I assume now we fly into Devia and you greet the townspeople and share how long you will be here and why. We will back you up. {The bring a beef bison to Valtor quest should be complete now}”
SUCCESS (Superb Agility, rolled -1)