Sunbeam Lair And miles to go before I sleep

The offer of doing anything necessary was a curious one. Perhaps any other would have tested the words, but Asterr accepted them for what they were. She cared not for how desperate one might sound, for she could understand the allure of a tribe. She could understand why others spoke the way they did, as well as why they'd offer many things in order to secure for themselves a home. Together, they were stronger, and the lonesome lifestyle satisfied few. Everyone needed someone, and she wondered if the lair might provide those someones for the outsider. Certainly was she on a good roll, earning the yearlings favour upon her agreement to teaching fishing lessons being given, but that was not the deciding factor. Never could it be, not for the Draconid, as her home's values demanded far more than skills alone.

From Qamar's end there came but one, final question: would she be of any use? Truthfully, yes, but those words were not spoken. "My answer to that depends upon your answer to my final inquiry," the chieftess returned. "Can you give to us your loyalty? Both to the tribe as a whole and myself as an individual, will you offer us your full devotion?" Those that'd come before her had each been asked the same thing. Everyone, no matter who they were, had been requested to pledge their allegiance to the tribe. Those that were able to offer so much of themselves had been welcomed and tested over time, while those incapable had been sent away. Such was the way of the dragon, even during the trying times they'd recently been met with.