Heragol, ruler of the Tarlonnd Continent—legend had it that the dragons had three leaders, respectively presiding over knowledge, technology, and authority. The dragon who ruled knowledge was the wise Andar; the dragon who ruled technology was currently absent from Tarlonnd; and the dragon who ruled authority was the awe-inspiring Heragol, a Primordial Dragon who had once served the Dragon God before boldly raising the banner of rebellion, and the foremost among the three Primordial Dragons.
Even though present-day Tarlonnd had declined, even though the dragons needed the Alliance's aid to survive this harsh winter, the powerful and fearsome Primordial Dragons still stood among the individuals at the pinnacle of all mortal nations. Thus, upon hearing Heragol introduce himself, even Modir froze for a moment. Several seconds later, he finally found his voice. "Oh—well, that's certainly unexpected."
Then he shook his head. "They told me a camp commander wanted to see me. I never expected it to be someone as important as you..."
"Please forgive me. I did not wish to draw too much attention—Adventurers have only just managed to adapt to life in Tarlonnd, and as you know, they are exceptionally good at... turning limited facts into endlessly exciting stories," Heragol said, shaking his head helplessly. Then he raised a hand and pointed at a chair across from him. "Please sit, Mr. Modir. You may relax."
Modir eyed the Dragon Clan Leader before him suspiciously, then glanced at the chair. Only then did he slowly sit down, his brow faintly furrowing. "Can you tell me now? How does a leader like you have time to personally seek out an ordinary adventurer like me? Don't tell me you believe that story about 'beating the Fire Element Prince into a pulp in a lava river with his bare fists' too..."
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