Bathed in Dragonfire

Now, listen mortal.

The Red kin who stalk these festering marshes... their minds are no longer their own. The Skardyn's filthy sorcery has wormed into their thoughts, twisting proud drakes into snarling puppets. A disgrace... but not without use.

Their fire glands?untouched by corruption?still burn hot. Harvest them. Let their last embers serve a purpose greater than madness. With these, we will scorch the Skardyn's defenses to ash.

Do not mistake this for mercy. It is necessity. Their suffering ends... and so will the Skardyn.

Now go. And do not waste their fire.

The whelps are no use to us- you must find the adult kin.

Mmh... You have done what was necessary, mortal.

Their minds are finally still. No more Skardyn whispers. No more chains of twisted magic. Only silence... and the long sleep they were denied.

Do not mourn them. Their fire now fuels our purpose?their last act will burn brighter than their madness ever did.