>>5748037>>5747938>>5747768>>5747747>>5747447>>5747352Well, one thing you CAN’T do is stay in a farmstead or settlement. Oh, sure, you are wearing a cloak and not your horn-crowned helm, and news can only travel so fast PARTICUALRLY in a time of political turmoil and dragon-attacks, but do you really want to run the risk of being recognized in your distinctive ‘Easterling’ identity and pegged as the Prince-Consort? It can only raise questions, and since you are resolved to at least TRY to avoid killing witnesses as a convenient way to hide your agenda moving forward, it is best to sidestep the matter entirely.
“Then can we not simply rest in the woods or something?” Infiltrator Halel whines.
“You have been forgoing the physical fitness regimen prescribed by the Serpent Priesthood, I see,” notes the Archer dryly.
“Your camp is NOT the one to be criticizing me for skirting regulation, Degenrate,” she snaps as your forced march continues. “And anyway, my cover identity as that of a human of low station and birth, and a female no less. The duties of Halle the Human are CLEANING and SEWING, and occasional light lifting, not trekking for many miles over difficult terrain!”
“Truly,” Olu the Archer quips, “I is an era of many changes.”
You suppress a laugh, and carry on. There will be time to rest when your each the Great One’s cave.
“BROTHER!”
Even the booming voice of the Great Green Dragonborn, towering titan of the purest draconic bloodline extant in the modern age, cannot compete with the screeches, rattles ,and chatters of the Red Dragonborn. You and your two companions are rapidly set upon by your nine orange-brown ‘younger siblings’ upon your arrival, an experience made particularly harrowing for your Silkscale ally by the Young Ones’ great size. To their credit, they at least do not attempt to eat with her, and even seem to show some restraint in how they lift, jostle, and toss her about.
“I have been t-teaching them ruh-ster-aint,” the Great One explains. “Med-uh-tating. Like we did together.”
You bow your head in grateful thanks, both for this newest task he has taken upon himself and for all he did for you growing up. IT is true: without his shamanic, often worldless lessons on finding inner peace and delving deep into the true heart of soul of being a Dragonborn, you would not be the king or prophet you are today—certainly no Antipaladin! You owe this elder male as much as the Dark Gods Beyond and Below, and more directly. Alas, before you can give him and his young charges the home which they deserve in recompense, far away in your mountain kingdom, you must ask him for one more thing.
