"It is the place of a dragon's kin to help with the first hoard, but... In Vincathaxis' case, that was proving difficult." Nazarchtharin bows to Inric, hand crossed in draconic gratitude. "So thank you for doing that. For my little sibling." Inric is taken aback at the gesture. He pauses to order his words right. "I... confess I did not realise the import of my advice," he says. "But I am very glad I was able to help."