"Eight foot, Era Creators"

“There isn’t anything there worth protecting, at least not for now.” Skendus followed along, and felt that there wasn’t any way for this dragon to abuse the information that he, and the team held. “We’re planning to plant tens of Mana Roots back home, maybe hundreds? We need dragons to keep the place cool, or else the roots kinda won’t grow.”

“Why would you tell him that?” Tim asked, telepathically. “He’s gonna hold us hostage now, it would be stupid if he didn’t.”

Despite what they expected after Tim spooked the team, the dragon remained docile. He didn’t either threaten, or attack the team under any means.

Instead, it said. “That’s a very ambitious idea, and I wish you luck! Thank you for exchanging information with me.”