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To heal their injuries, remedy their diseases, and soothe their weary hearts. Really it's all too much for them to handle, and most of them just melt in your presence and some fall in love outright. Your personal interaction with this lot though is not well received by those of your recently-formed court, who are still coming to grips with regarding you as some higher being.
<span class="mu-r">"Big flying lizards? That breathe fire?! Do forgive me my dear Sir, but what a silly predicament Hewe finds itself in!"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"The dragons are no trifling matter, the destruction and death they cause threatens our very existence... but at least you seem to have endured your own threats, the tall ones are not an enviable danger."</span>
You can't help but burst out laughing while hearing of Hewe's plight, as you sit together with the one noble among the envoy group. The cause of their suffering, they might take offense to your behavior but of course you are simply too charming not to forgive, especially as you have seen to their injuries and sicknesses. And in exchange, they can share with you and your own gathered nobles and supporters, any news or information they have.
Some you already know, such as Hewe being the nearest neighboring town on the frontline of the ongoing conflict. Unlike elves that you have to deal with however, their enemy are the dragons and their kind. Already two towns in the past fell to the terrible beasts, and the only reason Hewe has survived is because of the nature of the settlement itself; an old dwarf colony built into a stout mountain range, the sheer rock just barely able to withstand the fury of the dragons. Barely, as you notice <span class="mu-i">all</span> of these men of Hewe have burn scars to some extent or worse... but not without cost, hearing impressive claims of some few mere men who managed to slay dragons. Gods, what a champion like that would be to have around!
