Cselekményleírást tartalmazó szöveg
Dion: Is that a wyvern tail? The color is… unfamiliar to me.
Harpocrates: Because it is unique to those found in the wild. Something in the harsh environments in which they grow lends them this… striking hue. Their roots are indistinguishable from those of their hothouse cousins, but once they bloom, the difference is immediately apparent. In this flower, I see you Your Highness. Its roots were the roots of a wyvern tail, with all that implies. But they do not define it… just as yours do not define you. I want you to have it… that it might remind you of this truth.
Dion: Master Harpocrates… I would ask of you a service. Keep your gift, until I have fulfilled my duty to the realm. For only then shall I be deserving of it.
