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"One draekon's things are every draekons' things. We share with only ourselves, and those we trust. We are born guardians, and we all feel the call. That is why you won't see a single draekon to draekon crime. That is how I get swamp plants out here. Now their use is not common within the swamps. Either you will die from disease before you can get that deep into the swamp, you will be killed by a poisonous creature of the swamp, you will be eaten by a plant in the swamp, or you are draekon. Thus, unless we are at war, rarely will a swamp draekon do anything more than remove them from the village.

Most of the dangers of the swamp are easy to avoid if you know what to spot, excepting the diseases and poisonous creatures that pose threats to all non-draekon who enter the swamps. The swamp is really only dangerous to outsiders, and my people like it that way. Who would try to invade a place that kills them, without the need to have big, scary beasts or warlords?" Requin stated before finally finding what he was looking for. He pulled up a fairly fresh wolf carcass that had not one ounce of fur on it. "This should do." Requin stated as he walked out and placed it on the ground.

Looking back into the room, the draekon called to Athir "You going to test your first one?"