The moment the singing began, the dragon's focus shifted. Stranger still, despite still carrying faint notes of its standing confusion, its gaze almost seemed to... soften. Perhaps a gesture like this carried more of that weight they needed; Moxxie briefly mused whether or not the Leprechauns, too might have come with olive branch extended when they stole the treasure in the first place...
Well, odds were they never did something like this. Not with Della's self-evident sincerity, anyway. And maybe if they had, then the outer layer of that sealed box would have fallen apart at its seams a little sooner as whatever was inside it seemed to stir--
--and, thankfully, his estimation seemed to be on-point: what remained in their hands was a conspicuously-large egg.
The dragon leered, loomed, but-- for the moment-- appeared mollified, or at least deterred from its prior violence. And even more miraculously, it remained so as the egg was cautiously set down atop the heap.
"...do you think we need to give one last speech or something," the imp whispered, "Or would that be overkill?"
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Well, odds were they never did something like this. Not with Della's self-evident sincerity, anyway. And maybe if they had, then the outer layer of that sealed box would have fallen apart at its seams a little sooner as whatever was inside it seemed to stir--
--and, thankfully, his estimation seemed to be on-point: what remained in their hands was a conspicuously-large egg.
The dragon leered, loomed, but-- for the moment-- appeared mollified, or at least deterred from its prior violence. And even more miraculously, it remained so as the egg was cautiously set down atop the heap.
"...do you think we need to give one last speech or something," the imp whispered, "Or would that be overkill?"