Sending: Conversations with Chanter Moratile

Bowyn: honorable dragon, thy children freed thy contract acquired. cool thy rage by the truth of victory won in thy name
Chanter: Freed? How? What stops then from capturing them again? Their only safety is fulfilment!


Bowyn: Thine children were released from the confines of Bator by our efforts and are beyond the enemy's grasp
Moratile: What stops their reclaim? Why would the infernal not just go get them again if true their claim?


Erebus: Their claim has be reclaimed their appetite for silvered scales quenched and their cage rent asunder. Their legions waylaid and waste-made, their keep pillaged and their will unhinged
Moratile: You underestimate the capabilities of the infernal.


Bowyn: We have the original and only contract. We have the Devil you signed it with. Meet soon in good faith?
Moratile: OK. Outside the Hospice.