Gänhir had gotten Dagon some simple clothes, nothing special. Just a long sleeve shirt, pants, wool socks, some boots and a thick wool coat. The sleeve of his missing arm just dangled there limply.
After Dagon had been given proper, warm attire, he felt oddly warmer than he thought he would. The clothes actually comforted him and kept him warm. He'd almost entirely forgotten what it had been like to have real clothes.
After that, Gänhir took them all back to the inn where they went around to the back and in through two massive swinging doors of heavy wood. Inside, there were rows and rows of large stalls, the floors covered in wool and fur blankets.
Within each of the stalls, the dragons were bedded down, their snouts resting upon their talons.
"That was fast." Sephtis growled as the doors swung open.
"All we had to do was get Dagon some proper clothes." Gänhir spoke, walking towards his own dragon. The hall of the building was covered in soft, black carpet and within each stall was a bed beside the far wall for a rider to sleep.
At the very center of the chamber was what appeared to be a fireplace with seats all around it. Gänhir motioned for them all to move towards the fireplace, including the dragons, as there was a large section of open area for them to lay around the fireplace behind the riders.
Dagon sat down on the carpet floor, not taking one of the seats. He found the floor more comfortable, and he leaned his back against Sephtis's arm. Gena laid down off to the side of Sephtis, placing her head upon the ground.
Gänhir sat, cross legged, in front of his own dragon. He removed his coat and leaned back against Shiratt. The ice armor had completely subsided from the dragon and now it's stark white scales glistened in the light of the flickering flames, which had been made by Enric.
Once everyone was seated respectively beside their dragons, Gänhir began to speak, "Alright. So let's start where it all began. About sixty years ago now, there has been a group of dragons that had revolted against the Dragon Kin and humans alike, claiming they did not wish to be enslaved. In turn, they began to go across Seryad and obliterate villages, towns, of both Dragon Kin and humans alike. At one point, they even threatened the Dragon God King himself, who is weak due to his own lack of power. He lost all of it when he created the other gods, leaving him frail. And so this group of savage, rampaging dragons could very easily kill him."
"Yes, threatening the life of the one who created everything we have to be grateful for… this was an unforgivable sin." Shiratt growled.
"This group even tried to attack Elderren."
"They followed through with it?" Dagon asked.
"They did, but there was a young dragon who attempted to stop them. The dragon was young, but he was quite strong for his age. But he was still not able to do much, although, in the end, he did save Elderren, but in turn he was killed. Can you guess what happened next?"
Dagon thought for a moment, then he realized something. "Wait… are you saying..?"
"Some years later, the Black Rose gets their hands on that dead dragon. And that dragon became the one we know as Zickarys." Sephtis growled.
"Yes, you would know, wouldn't you?" Ellira hummed.
Sephtis hissed.
"What's she talking about?" Dagon asked, turning to his dragon.
"Nothing."
"Your dragon there was one of the ones who went on that rampage. He's the one who dealt the killing blow on the young dragon." Shiratt spoke. "But I've no room to judge him, as I was one of those dragons as well."
"Wait, is that the terrible thing you did?" Dagon asked Sephtis. "I thought it happened like hundreds of years ago?"
"Exaggerations to hide the truth." Ellira hissed.
"Enough." Gänhir said. "He obviously regrets his sins. As my dragon could tell you, Sephtis stopped the rampages and forced the other dragons to stop as well. He is also the one who inevitably saved Elderren by stopping the others from going through with it."
"That does not excuse his sins." Gena growled. "But, in the end, every dragon, every being, has committed a sin. It is up to them to own up to them and do all they can to do better. Even if you cannot redeem yourself, all you can do is your best to not make the same mistakes."
"Can we drop the subject and move on already?" Sephtis growled.
"Yes. I am sorry to have dredged it up. But it was needed, seeing as this is the origin of how the war really began. You see, Dagon's father, Ayden, went to Elderren to tend to the dragon and keep it safe. He was a boy only a little older than Dagon at this time. And, from his efforts, he formed a bond between him and Elderren, thus becoming the first to Kinship with a Dragon God. This was the second recorded Kin Sworn Pact in history, but, it was the first ever to be with the Dragon God King himself."
"And so, because of the power granted to him from it, he became the Dragon King." Bella said.
"You are correct, mostly. But his father before him was also the Dragon King. When he died the throne was passed to Ayden. And now.." Gänhir looked to Dagon. "The crown is once again being passed on. But, first, Dagon needs to come to mature and learn what it is to be a king. That is where I come in. Before your father died, he asked me to raise you to become a strong, powerful king that can lead this land to a new era. And so, I took half of the Dragon Kin population and hid them away within the Silver Capped Crags. It's a desolate, cold and deathly place that is nearly impossible to survive in, but, magic can make such conditions livable. And now, with your return, I can put the plan I made with your father so many years ago into action."
Shiratt growled, "To annihilate the royals and tear down the Four Kingdoms."