Gameplay - The Dragon Who Took Too Little

For dragon habits and such, roll Knowledge Arcana.

Iathos carefully ponders his lessons with Al-Jabar. Had they discussed the habits of dragons?

Iathos continues carefully searching the sand with his companions, but also begins to gently sing-song in Draconic, trying to seem as kindly as he can.

"Hello friend,
We're here to help!

We've been sent from Alyah's Cove
to see what might have happened.

We're so sorry that
the Hobgoblins have been awful.

But, we've been trying
to drive them off!

We've defeated a bunch of them
and hope we can help.

Maybe give us a clue
how we could help you?"

He repeats this over and over as he goes about the room.

A draconic head pops out of the sand near the south (map right) edge, near a pillar. "Mom? Where's my mom?" it says in Draconic.

Valinar stumbles back, startled, but quickly recovers. "Hello there! You're Zoboanth, aren't you? We're here to help. We're looking for your mother, too! To make sure the two of you are safe from those nasty hobgoblins! Are you...are you alright? Have they hurt you?".

The inquisitive creature erupts from under the sand with boundless energy. It stalks cautiously toward Iathos, its snout sniffing animatedly.

The wyrmling is the size of a housecat. A crest of horns sweeps back from the head of the dragon, leading to a long neck and serpentine brass body.

(Draconic) "Hobgoblins? What are those? Are they like you but nasty and orange with a empress who rules her people by the sword? I've read about them I think. But I haven't seen anyone since the last full moon."

Seeing a dragon and not understanding draconic Trev charges at the young dragon thinking it is attacking Iathos

"Hold, Trev!!!" Valinar thunders, stepping directly in the dragon hunter's path to deflect the blow. "This is Zoboanth, you fool! She is a friend!!!"

Dragonborn do speak draconic.

As a similar hesitation Hasan had his xbox ready and stands down as Valinar says its a friendly.

Iathos' face splits into a huge grin. "Hello Zoboanth!" he chirps in Draconic. "We're so pleased to meet you! Please forgive our friend here - he's easily startled and reacts to surprise with aggression. I admit it's not the ideal combination, but there we are! Yes the hobgoblins are two-legs like us who are orange. They're awful brutes. How long have you been hiding here? And do you need anything? Food, water? We have some with us."

Zoboanth spreads her wings and rears her head back at the dragonborn's charge, as if she is going to breath out forcefully. With Iathos' words, she instead cocks her head to one side and lowers her wings slightly.

(Draconic) "He sounds fun. I'll enjoy playing with him. Okay, I could use some food." The creature flaps his wings and with a leap soars at Iathos' head, landing on his shoulder. She sniffs around, and paws at his backpack.

"Is that i- Woah!" Ruby rushes over, almost falling into the sand. Thankfully she catches herself, and treads carefully towards the commotion. "She's...much smaller then I expected." Ruby peers curiously towards the creature, thoroughly intrigued.

Iathos' grin gets even bigger. This is the best! A dragon! On my shoulder! Eat that, Al-Jabar!

He slides his pack down and digs out rations for Zoboanth. "Here you go, Zoboanth! Please help yourself. It's nothing fancy, but hopefully tasty enough!"

Iathos turns to Ruby, saying "She's perfectly sized! A perfect wyrm in every way."

Once Zoboanth has had a chance to chow down, Iathos turns to her. "So, Zoboanth, these hobgoblins. Can you tell us a little bit about what they've been doing in your home? Are any left? We're here to help deal with them so you and your family can be free of their bother."

As the others questioned the dragon, Atrix approached Zoboanth with some caution before seeing that she was largely harmless. At the mention of food, he began digging through his back and removed the meats he had been carving off the hobs and other creatures they had fought up to this point. He thought that perhaps the snake meat might be more to Zoboanth's liking than the rations she had been given.