Fifty-Fifth Theory [Voice/Action]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don has been returned from his mission with the Malnosso. In this case, that means that his guide-droid politely but firmly made it clear to him that sorry, but he had to leave.]

[His journal is returned to him, he's shown to a teleporter, and a moment later he's standing in the village's coffee shop. After getting something - well, a number of somethings - to eat, he settles into a booth and opens said journal.]

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Guys, I'm back. I'm at the coffee shop. [Almost as an afterthought:] I'm okay. Robert, can you bring my snowsuit?

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If anyone was waiting... I'm back.

[Some time later, he adds:] Has anyone heard of a Deadly Nadder? Or a Gronckle?

Comments

[dragoneer]

In...not habitually attacking every viking he sees? All of the dragons are that way now, actually.

[i_speak_softly]

They have to be trained to not attack people?

[dragoneer]

Well--not anymore! They only attacked us because we attacked them. But we don't do that anymore, so they don't either.

[i_speak_softly]

Why... did you stop?

[Not in the sense of "Why would you ever do that", but with the suspicion that the reason for stopping will shed a lot of light on the whole dragon/viking situation.]

[dragoneer]

Well, they were only attacking our village and stealing our food because of this big queen bee dragon. We called it the Green Death.

[i_speak_softly]

The books didn't mention a Green Death...

[dragoneer]

I'm not surprised. We didn't even know it existed until just recently.

[i_speak_softly]

So the dragons attacked the vikings because the vikings attacked them because they were stealing food because someone else was making them.

[This is almost as convoluted as his own family's feud with the Foot clan.]

[dragoneer]

...Yeah. You pretty much summed it up. There.

[i_speak_softly]

[Now that that's straightened out -]

And you said they're intelligent?