Kael sat down. Cross-legged. On the scorched ground. “You take our food. Our people. But you don’t eat everything. You pile the bones in patterns. Shapes.”
The Wyrm rumbled.
The Wyrm wanted limestone from the old quarry (not for eating—for carving). It wanted silence during the new moon (its kind hibernated poorly). In return, it would stop taking villagers. It would even divert flash floods away from Emberdown’s fields. negotiation x monster f95
