Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20160910125325/@comment-26108027-20160926191658

Ragnar sits down, watching the family in approval. The citizens circle him, staring up at him.

A middle-aged poor woman approaches Ragnar and touches his tail. She says something, almost like a prayer. Ragnar smiles and nods, bending his head down and pulling one of his scales off. He places it in her hands. Tears well up in her eyes as she starts thanking him, over and over.

"It's my thanks." Ragnar rumbles. The rest of the crowd approach him, touching his scales, asking for miracles.