Rolled 19, 15, 8, 9 = 51 (4d20)
>>5309805>>5309707>>5309536>>5309523You summon the kobolds to you—well, except Ohle. You got to him, by necessity.
“You have all performed quite well,” you announce, in an impromptu performance evaluation. “You deserve to be commended for what you’ve done today.”
The kobolds exchange glances which might be subtle, to one without your innate empathy for all things Reptilian. They are… Confused, perplexed, unsure whether you are being serious and, if so, to what end.
“Thank you, Dragonborn?” says…
Uh….
“You’re welcome… Regne?”
“Agno,” the kobold corrects, then seems to panic at the realization that he has just contradicted you in front of an audience. He bows his head low.
You clear your throat, and turn around. No need to make a whole thing out of this.
“Anyway,” you segue, “What does your clan know of these ‘fire-lizards’?”
The majority of your rest is spent getting the kobolds and fire-lizards more comfortable with one another, while the kobolds—Agno in particular—share their people’s knowledge of the creatures.
“They come from deep-deep, but like bird, come up to surface with season. High summer, the fire=lizards bask in sun in high-high places, catch food… Sometimes kobold. Sometimes kobolds eat them, instead. Collect sacks from inside, strips along back and sides full of… Of ORGAN, unique to fire-lizard, collects heat and warmth and stores in sack. Leather is tough, fireproof.”
Agno and Regne, and to a lesser extent Ivno, are clearly fascinated to be this close to the normally skittish, hostile lizards, and the former two take great amusement is reaching out to touch the lizards, playing a game whereby they see who pulls their hand back first before risking being burned by the irate animal. You experiment is ‘instructing’ the fire-lizards to withhold that fiery response, dialing up your Fearsome Presence when they threaten the kobolds and rewarding them with cooked and preserved strips of rust-monster flesh when they show tolerance of the harassment.
“Can they be domesticated?” you ask, hopefully.
The kobolds look at you like you’ve grown an extra head.
“Has it ever been attempted?” you ask.
They shake their heads in the negative.
Well then, you suppose you are a pioneer at the frontier of knowledge once more. Novice Fleshweaver, eat your heart out.
