>>5748053“May we shelter here for the night, Oh Great One?” you ask him. “We are weary… And soon, of course, we will be traveling again.”
“To our new home?” he asks, unable to hide the eagerness from his booming voice.
You nod, and he rattles in glee, which the younger Dragonborn mimic.
“Yes,” he agrees. “Of course, Litt-tul Brother.”
Halle (and even Olu, though less obviously) breathe a sigh of relief, neither of them eager to continue your travels tonight, deep into the collapsed and abandoned northern froward base or beyond. You all gather around a deep bit, filled with gathered forest debris, and with your siblings you light a blazing flame with your combined breath. The surviving harem-mates of the Great One—Silkscale females, unadorned with disguises, attend to you, and you and Halle both shed your own Amulets of Disguise and take up your true forms as the Dark Gods intended.
“Aaaaah,” Halle breathes out in relief, flitting her tail as it finishes reforming. “That IS better, I must admit. And… Oh! Is this…?”
“Human flesh,” one of the other Silkscale females confirms. “Yes.”
