NOTE: While this was a private encounter, nothing new is revealed here.

Fireseek 21

Chief Rahk motions to Drago to follow him. Together they approach Ragnbjorn. In Draconic Chief Rahk says, “Sir Ragnbjorn, I would like to speak with you in private.”

“Certainly Chief Rahk,” Ragnbjorn responds in Draconic. “In fact, I wished to speak to you about the disposition of the spoils.”

Chief Rahk shakes his head, “That is no concern of mine. We have the mound and have revenged ourselves upon our enemies. We shall take their weapons, but not their armor. You are welcome to the coins and other items. After all, we have no stores. What would we buy with it? No, I must talk to you about another matter.”

Ragnbjorn nods and the three of them walk up the riverbank away from the others, their path lit only by the moons and the stars.

Chief Rahk indicates Drago and says, “This warrior is Drago. He is courageous and honorable, but he has long wished to see the world beyond our nests and hunting grounds. Also, his life was saved by that child that you call Newt. He owes his life and very soul to her and would continue as her protector. In addition, I would like him to guide you through the marshes to this lost city you seek as a representative of the Malarat tribe. He does not himself know the way to this city, but he certainly knows the marshes better than any human possibly could. Also, if you run into other lizardfolk, he may be able to negotiate safe passage for you. Will you do me the honor of taking him with you?”

Ragnbjorn considers this. “It is certainly a reasonable request. Yes, I think it might be good to have one of your warriors with us. Drago, you are welcome to join us, though I must caution you to cloak yourself when we get back to Westkeep. Things are a little tense there, and outside the palace I cannot guarantee your safety. Inside the palace I am sure that Prince Prospero will see that you are made comfortable until the expedition to find Thracia embarks. I will introduce you to Sir Fingol, the Marinus brothers, and Sgt. Apone and let them know you will be joining us. Then we will find a place for you on the boat. You should probably stay on the boat tonight as we will be leaving first light.”

Drago remains quiet during the conversation, looking from one to another. After Sir Ragnbjorn’s agreement, Drago bows deeply and then butchers his Keolandish, “Thank you, milord, for allowing me to serve you.”