Taryn nodded as Dakren spoke. She, too, recognized strength. It was one of the basic tenets of Luna's Call and also of Awen. Her eyes moved to the egg when it was set before her, her mind already running over the possibilities of such a gift. How many eggs were in a clutch? She wasn't sure, but they would find out later.

"I welcome your gift and accept it. We of Awen also acknowledge your strength," she replied. "You and your men are welcome to join us for the Revel and enjoy the feast, not as enemies, but as fellow warriors. The choice is yours and no insult will be taken if you take your leave."