A caring half smile crossed Dag's face, "It's going to get a lot worse before it gets better honey." She pulled the little girl into her arms a little closer in an effort to comfort her. "I wish you knew what you two had to do." She let her go and looked sadly in her deep, black eyes, "You two are in for a tough time." With those words of comfort, she got to her feet and beckoned to the pair. "I suppose it'd be a good idea to show you what danger you're in, wouldn't it?" She took Venn's hand and, after making sure she was standing, she took Eoghan by the arm and started to drag him into her tent with Venn following closely.
She took the pair into her living space, sat them on some cushions that she had laying around in a small circle and looked directly at Eoghan. "You should know that there's a prophesy about you two." Eoghan looked down and chuckled for a moment before responding, "I was told about that, actually. Verge said it was the only thing keeping them from killing us." Dag's head tilted to one side, "He told you? Gah, that's just like Verge to steal the one thing I get to do around here anymore." She let out a small sigh of exasperation, "I don't suppose that you know it word for word, do you? Hah! I still get to do that part!"
After the buzz of realizing she could tell the pair the prophesy wore off, she closed her eyes and settled into the cushions a little more. "Now, this isn't written in our language. Only Wyrdspeak. Our language and Dragon don't exactly mesh grammar-wise. We have letters they don't and they have sounds that are much easier to say with a reptilian mouth."
"So bear with you?"
"Pretty much, yes."
The room seemed to flicker as she brought out the scroll containing the prophesy, Eoghan could have sworn that he saw the lights of one or two candles blink out of existence before them. Then the world went quiet as Dagaz-Tofa started to speak.
"Misguided fools can come and go,
But sometimes threats can grow and grow.
But there are things that you must know:
That much, you should understand
More than one world flung in danger,
Death-plague brought on by a stranger.
Once a plainsman, once a ranger,
Now lost in another land.
A farmer, Sih and raven's plea
Bound in form once, but now free
If something is not done quickly,
Then sickness will expand.
Three sects disagree on this,
Their eyes simply seem to miss.
All arguing will be remiss
If they don't stay this hand
One is working tooth and nail,
Convincing people without fail.
One brother will not hear the tale,
They find it rather bland.
Two is staunch and reprehensive.
He finds the very thought offensive,
Opting rather to be more pensive
Dooming them to the man
Three is gone to get more power,
Threat increases by the hour.
Circumstances grow more dour.
Will someone take a stand?"
As she spoke, her dreamlike state enhanced. The words she said almost flew in melody from her lips. By the time she was done, Eoghan was so transfixed he almost forgot to listen, but he knew he had heard every word as clear as day.
"So?" Dag asked, "Does that help outline your responsibilities?"
"Yes. It does. Thank you, Dag."
"Oh, pshaw. 'Twerent nothing." She said with a smile. "I don't have many other things to do around here other than read what's gonna happen, so I might as well do that well, right?" Eoghan smiled back at her, "I suppose you're right. Thank you, Dagaz-Tofa. I'm very glad we met." Dag gave a small snort, "Aw, now stop that. You're going to make me blush." She said back, blushing.
Eoghan took a step out of the tent, blinking at the sudden influx of light. He motioned for Venn to follow him out into the now setting sun. "Come on Venn, it's getting late and we'd better not overstay our welcome."