(Scry) Spy On The Tribe

With a careful flick of the rist and a dotting of blood the image you see shifts to the North. The land is frozen and white, devoid of life but for a small plume of smoke rising in the distance.

You peer farther and into the smoky hut of the sweaty chieftan. He is huddled there with his naked wives and hungry children in their communal filth. It is disgusting to even view, but you peer deeper and see something you find intriguing.

The chieftan wears a charm about his neck, a white dragon curled in a loop. You quickly shift your view and find an alter erected outside.

"The fools," You cackle. "Dragons are all female. The Great Northern White Wyrm doesn't want some virgin (from what you've spied with the Barbarian... deflowered) princess. She wants a man."

You shift the scrying orb to try to find the lair of the dragon but to no avail. Perhaps a trip to the North would be in order... the power of the Great Northern White Wyrm is tempting indeed.