[color=7ea7d8]"Dragon eggs... A hatchery."[/color]

This was not good. A dragon's horde has always been the stuff of legends, full of treasure as well as deadly traps. A dragon's nest on the other hand was nothing but trouble. The eggs were a sure prize for any knowledgeable wizard or merchant, but if one thought a dragon's fury was bad enough when you tried to steal their treasure, when you try to take their eggs... No doubt the nest would be heavily guarded. The perfect place for a cult to safely call their base. Not to mention, a dragon who could hatch a full brood of dragonlings will no doubt be a terror for generations to come. Even benign metallic dragons would have a frightening amount of power if there was a whole clan of them.

Parum felt that there was not much more to gleam from this prisoner. She still had so many questions but Parum knew that the prisoner wasn't going to cooperate for long. It was time to end this. [color=7ea7d8]"Fascinating. A whole nest of dragon eggs... Certainly would be a sight to behold. I would ask you where such a place could be but I have doubts that a lowly servant like you would know."[/color] Parum turned around, making her footsteps rather audible as she began to walk away. [color=7ea7d8]"If there are still any secrets you'd like to share, you'd do best say something now. Because if that's all you know than you're no use to us. And as you may imagine we're not in any position to deal with... Waste."[/color] Parum left the prison and the prisoner to her fate. Parum hoped for her sake that she could satisfy the others with an answer. Otherwise Parum was done dealing with the prisoner.

Once the halfling was far away from the prison she stood in place and took a deep breath. She felt... Odd. Satisfied to finally be the one in a dominate position. But well aware that was just a transient role. The vision of that blue dragon flashed in Parum's mind, and it's deep, angry voice echoed in her ears. Before Parum knew it she was on her knees trembling. Finally all of Parum's fear hit her all at once as she sobbed quietly, trying to silence the panic attack. A cult, a nest of dragons, and Tiamat herself... What could Parum possibly do in the face of such a threat? What could she, a mere sage who was looking for new lore to explore, deal with such a cataclysmic event? She was no hero. Parum was not born under the star of destiny or even had a particularly important upbringing. She doubted her ability to do more than survive this event, if even that. But she had to pull herself together. Regardless of whatever her feelings about this was, both the fear and the duty to face it, she had to keep her nerves calm. If she couldn't... Parum wasn't sure what was going to happen. Something horrible no doubt. She needed somewhere quiet to play her viol.