On a certain morning, Ronarkatast and Solast were preparing to leave, having a send-off with the king and queen of Lefaux in a wide, open field–Not just as a matter of being in a neutral space, but because the Dragonlord needed an egregious amount of empty space to take on his preferred form before taking off.
In the distance of this great, nearly flat field, one could see the royal palace, the watchtower, and even the mega-architecture where the advisors most often spent their time. The exchange between the rulers had been most pleasant. The Dragonlord had seemingly been meaning to talk about a lot of things, which ended up extending his stay from just a visit to bring back a bizarre dragon to several days of diplomacy and negotiating.
Ronarkatast began unfurling his wings, and Solast did the same.
"On this note… It was a pleasure doing business with you. If this dragon turns out to be more interesting than it seems, I'll send you the egg of a draconic pure spirit-"
