Dakrea stepped into the elder's dwelling, a sense of reverence washing over him. The interior was simple but warm, its walls adorned with tapestries depicting the village's history and the sheltering mountain. A hearth crackled in the corner, casting a warm glow over the room.
Elder Atikz gestured toward a pair of worn cushions placed near the fire. "Please, sit," she invited, her voice gentle.
Dakrea settled onto the cushions, his curiosity growing. "I'm here to offer my assistance with the dragon," he began, his voice earnest. "I understand no one has taken this quest yet?"
Atikz nodded, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Indeed, young one. Many adventurers have come, drawn by the promise of glory or riches, but none have dared to face the dragon."
"Why is that?" Dakrea inquired, his brow furrowed in concern.
