Master Tharros Tharros shook his head at the glee etched in Vinnandra's eyes. "Dragon Beckoning is quite simply at its root, a language that can commune with an unbonded dragon. It's that simple, and that hard too."
Vinnandra now understood it. "But other than communicating with the dragon in their language, sometimes, the language also prompts the dragon to taking the bond with its communicator."
Master Tharros grinned and chuckled, "indeed, it is that hard and that simple."
Their journey came to an halt as they arrived at an underground clearing so large and wide it could house hundreds of monstrous sized dragons. On the rocky platform they stood on, overlooking a dark bottomless space, they looked like ants underneath the feet of an elephant.
Their voices echoed too, and save for the lamps that hung on the wall, barely illuminating the space, there was no other source of light.