A Letter Found
There weren't always Dragons in the Valley.
Dragons, you’ve probably surmised by this point, are those winged, glinting giants circling above Sprawl. I presume Rutherford has gone on at least one peace parade by now, claiming he’s responsible for their arrival. He’s no doubt mounting his stag at this very moment, draped in bright oranges and yellows that put townspeople’s minds at ease. He’s likely spouting vows to harness the power of the Dragons because he alone can be trusted to wield it. It is, after all, he and his shepherds that shield the citizens of Sprawl from the monsters that prowl outside the city walls. He has, of course, reminded you that those who go wandering without his protection meet all manner of slashed, gnashed, and mangled ends.
