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"Well, why wouldn't it work?"
I don't think they'd just let two fearsome dragons just walk up to the gate and knock on it until someone lets them in.
"What if we had some way of announcing it? Telling them that we aren't a threat?"
Uh... White means peace for them, right?
"I think so."
So let's find something white and wear it somewhere prominent.
"Like on our horns?"
Yeah! And as long as we act kind enough, I think they might want us in there. Who wouldn't want to be aquainted with a mighty dragon?
"But... I don't know, there's still a chance that they'd shoot us before we could say anything."
I guess.
"Maybe we can find some people on the road and tell them to tell the people inside that we're coming and not to shoot us. We could get something white from them, too!"
Good idea. I think we'd need to be a bit more persuasive.
"...L-like how?"
We should tell them that if they don't let us in, we'll scare off travellers and caravans. They look like they depend on trade, so they'd be killing themselves. And if they give us wrong information, we'll do worse than scare them off.
I try to get close to him. He kind of tenses up and tries to scoot away.
"Gren, we shouldn't do that. We don't have to starve a bunch of people for some info, right?"
Well-- I really don't want it to come to that...
"Grennie..."
But I'll do what I can, okay?
"Okay, just-- just remember what you promised..."
Of course, Bo.
I get closer to him again, almost touching the side of my snout to his. He doesn't move away this time.
Goodnight, Bo.
"'Night, Gren."
We settle down for some well-deserved rest.
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