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masterplum posted...

Ponder why a Dargon doesnt speak Darconic

Clearly something you don't know. (lol, whoops)

ChichiriMuyo posted...

Ponder how we fit in such a small dargon.

Now that you've gotten your bearings, you realize your estimates were off. Its wingspan is 40 feet, and the hole seems rather small for it, even though it still seems like a young DARGON. (lol, double whoops)

You choose Negotiate Anyway.

You lower your sword and state "I promise not to kill you if you agree to let me go."
The DARGON snorts more flames out of its nostrils.
"We're both trying to survive here! I have no idea what all you eat... but I can help you find a meal."
The DARGON glares angrily at you.
"Please, we can both get away from here unharmed. I don't want to have to fight you. I can feed you..."
The DARGON lurches forward. It roars something, something you don't quite understand. You don't speak Darconic, after all.
"Y-You'll... let me go...?" You doff your helmet and throw it to the ground, struggling to breathe. Your hair is dirty with the slime from inside it.
The DARGON shoots a flamethrower your way, but you manage to roll to the side.
"What was that for?"
It shoots another flame out in the same direction, not toward you.
"Two... something...?" You interpret to mean as you have two days, or it'll kill you and your family too.
The DARGON lowers its head, stretches its wings, and moans something. It looks like it's offering you a ride. You have no choice but to trust, so you get on. The DARGON flies to the top of the hole, so you can get out. You climb out, doff the rest of your armor, and ponder where to go next.

Where do you go next?
A. Urgent care, to see if anything's wrong from this encounter
B. The archery range, for hunting practice
C. The butcher shop, to steal all their meat (you can't afford that much)
D. Home, to shower