his words roll smoothly in Draconic.
Solrisa looks down at her tummy to see if it is making the rumbling sounds, but no, it's Eidi, so she looks at him and waits to see what's what. She was worried she didn't eat enough cheese, but she did. But also, could eat more cheese if there was more cheese to eat.
Solrisa looks around to see if anyone is offering cheese, or cookies, but probably not.
"Eidi? Could you see if the giants have cookies? Maybe even giant cookies? But they probably just call them cookies..."
"We hear you, ancient one. And I, for one, am listening. We know about how you dragons are being controlled by this ancient power. If you think we can break you free somehow, we can talk. We would not play a role on freeing the phylactery to you though"
"Ahhhh. Of course. Dragotha thinks his phylactery is here, in Kongen Thulnir. You also. This is interesting. No, I have no interest in possessing it, if that concerns you. I have every interest in its destruction now. You might cripple him more than I first thought..."
"Do you care to speak in common, or are you too old to know common? Why do you still conceal yourself?”
Vermirox answers Mortimer's Common with his own Draconic, even now.
"You are too young to understand or respect Draconic, but more importantly, you are slow to grasp that you speak to a dragon in front of giants, who themselves have failed to grasp my ancient tongue. The guards are nothing. Their commanders sometimes surprise me when it becomes evident they understand my language. And I conceal myself to avoid alarming them."
"Well, we're not going to start killing giants if we don't have to, but we would be willing to speak with you. Where do you want to meet?"
"Brazzemal believes himself to be above the fray. We can descend to the depths of the canyon, and speak plainly, without too much risk. You have already been there, I gather. I can make it easy for you- the base of this pillar, underneath the noses of Kagro himself. I will wait for you there..."
Within seconds, Eidi can confirm that Vermirox languidly peels himself from the bridge, wings still collapsed at his sides, until his entire form slips below the Canyon Mists. You can barely hear his wings snap open, as the huge beast plummets.
<Giant>"You guys sort it out. We've got to go for a moment. We'll be right back. Don't leave your posts."
Meanwhile, the Citadel has yet to reveal a way forward, though it could be mere moments the front doors open to welcome you inside.
How do you proceed?
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Mortimer goes with the tone.
Hrm, that sounded haughty, but, it also sounds like he answered my question.
”Thank you~” he says to the disembodied voice. ”Thank you for that answer, he states.
Ascaria having said his piece to the giants, he descends into the mist with the group to visit the dragon. He waives and smiles to the giants as he leaves, to show his good nature.
He’s very curious as to what Vermirox has to say. A competing dragon perhaps? The enemy of my enemy is my friend sort of thing? Very curious indeed.
Eidi translates for Mortimer and Solrisa, trying for his tone not to reach the ear of the giants "Seems he wants to parley. He has left. Down. Where Ascaria is going. Apparently he is also interested in the destruction of the phylactery himself. I wonder if he is enemy of Dragotha or just playing with us, but we will need to discover"
Having said that, he turns back, smiles to the giants showing his cookie pot to them "Erm... we will be right back soon. My friend here needs some snack and... and I need to refill my pot!"
With that, he just jumps down, and follows Ascaria in mist form.
Solrisa directly follows neither Ascaria nor Eidi, but the offered cookie pot, which is probably the exact right thing to do.
"Oh, O.K. then," Mortimer whispers in response to Eidi.
Mortimer waves to the giants and joins the others.
The Outcasts return to the Canyon Mists below the Citadel, and the privacy it affords against the keenest of dragons' eyes. Perhaps surprisingly, perhaps not, the base of the mighty stone pillar upon which the Citadel rests is quite wide, and devoid of the deadly stone spikes which litter the rest of the Canyon below Kongen Thulnir.
Waiting for you as promised is the Voice of Vermirox. As you set foot on the floor of the Canyon, the Mists swirl about you as the old blue continually repositions himself. He keeps his voice low, and his tongue slips into Common, for the benefit of all.
"Good. You're all here. I can smell you." His welcome issued, he repositions again, a whoosh of air, then a thud once he touches down again. He's not circling you, but he seems to be keeping his distance.
"Do you know who I am? Unless you have been living under a rock, you do. You understand that these mountains are mine. You beg for your continued existence from me. You slaughter herds in fear of me, watching helplessly as the meat rots and I still burn your villages." It sounds like he might spend all morning educating you, but a distant roar stops his speech for a moment, and when his voice returns, it has become more focused. More on topic.
Whoosh... Thud.
"I despise Brazzemal. Who is he to lead Dragotha's army. He leads the young to the slaughter, and the giants blindly defend this rock as if their lives depended on it. I tire of the risks. They seem to have plenty of harpoons and loads, and what do I stand to gain here? The approval of the undead? There is no glory in that. I do like the killing... but this siege has brought others to my land, and the longer they remain, the likelier they set their sights on what is mine."
Whoosh... Thud.
"You didn't run when you faced Brazzemal. That shows your strength. You should focus on killing him for me."
Whoosh... Thud.
"Or... your old one mentioned a phylactery. That would defeat Dragotha's efforts here, and put a price on Brazzemal's head... that would work just as well." A pause, as the dragon considers.
"Where is it, this phylactery?"