So you have a dragon sleeping on your roof. It has been there for 2 days now, barely stirring. Passersby have kept their distance but are increasing in number daily. Rumors such as "dragons descended on a fort and ate everyone inside" or "a fort turned into a True Dragon that serves the River" abound.
There is much talk in the bars of who is brave enough to come slay the dragon. Duke Raus has offered a place in his guard and 100 wheels to the man that slays the foul beast! So far, none have tried, but knowing the macho folk of Pavis, it won't be long before someone does try.
In his daily inspection of the dragon (from a safe distance), Tison spots a shocking detail. Thick blue blood has been trickling from the right side of The One of Five's neck, running in rivulets down the side of the fort. A golden arrow with bright yellow fletching seems to be the guilty wound; it is impaled deep in the dragon's neck. Arcus identifies the fancy arrow as from a Yelmalion archer, presumably a master marksman.
BVoN and the four warrior dragonewts still have not moved. They are standing at attention around the dragon, holding their ceremonial klanths and neither blinking nor breathing. Odd critters. In the afternoon, the Five Eyes newtlings show up and bow in supplication before The One, hissing prayers in pidgin Auld Wyrmish and Boatspeech.