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Ice Tulip
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"And... What happened during the encounter with the guardian?"
"Oh," Miss Asera looks nervously, "We... it spoke in our heads." she shivered. "It spoke to us with what we sound like in our minds. But rather than trying to speak, it was more like... It tried to make sentences with words we knew?" She shook her head, "It didn't make sense most of the time. We interviewed those it spoke to, and only those of us who had traces of dragons blood in them heard that they did not have permission to enter."
"As much as the land of dragons are mysterious, I can't help but to wonder what it is you have to entice me to this plan of yours."
He gives me a wry smile, "I guess by now, you've had news of your homeland?"
I give him a slow nod.
"We received news of what happened about a week ago. While I am sorry for your loss, My father has sought council with the lords on how to handle possible refugees."
"My father is willing to set the land around the gate under jurisdiction of the shrine, but should you accept this mission, I could get him to set aside the surface lands above the gate for your people."
"The shrines are willing to offer their aid to your people at this time of need, Your highness." Miss Asera adds in, "Besides, should we gain access into the land of dragons, we could uncover a method to recover the lands lost by the blight."
"This... is a lot to consider." I say pensively.
"We understand," Prince Enrod nods, "We do not need for you to answer us now. It will take about two months for the paperwork of transfer and area to be secured. Once done, we set up a mission in the guild to escort and protect the supplies and people we will be sending over to the site. Take up this mission with anyone you wish to bring with you, should you accept."
He snaps his fingers, and a maid places a tray onto the table, with a roll of cloth on it. Enrod reaches over to unwrap it, revealing a... stick? Something the size of an ear. "Take this, as a sign of good will."
"What is it?"
"Records called it a [Dragon's Horn]." Asera smiles, "One of many we found on site. History told us that the horns of dragons allowed one to communicate though long distances, or even to talk to spirits."
"However," Enrod interrupts, "We can't figure out how to get them working. Figured you might be able to get it working somehow."
I pick it up with the cloth and feel it. "Thank you." It's cold, smooth, and hard. And inert.
"If you do get it working somehow, please tell us." Asera urges, "I would love to see a working dragons artifact!"
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