The cold night air flows smoothly beneath your wings as you soar over the vast Raytal continent. All dragons have been summoned to Brandif, the capital, to pay their annual hoard tax. You see hundreds, perhaps thousands, of dragons converging on the capital—a mere fraction of the total dragon population. You land in the capital, where stone structures accommodate dragons’ size. Ahead lies the council’s cave, with a long line of dragons waiting to pay their offerings. After over an hour, you reach the front. Seven council members await, Kidyn, the strongest and oldest, at the center, his scales a dark maroon. He growls, “Lay down your offering…” gesturing to a large rug.