A Real Live Dragon

The group rode the next few days towards Sgein without incident. As they rode past the farming communities dotting the road, they happened upon a well dressed man with impeccable hair who introduced himself as Hugan Auldsprig. Him and his two guards, Boric and Gobred, were following the trail of some kind of interesting creature. He shared with the group that he was struggling to stay interested as a third son of the local Lord. Correctly identifying the blood covering their wagon, he asked them if they would like to follow him.

I believe Daisy had a chat with the horsies.

After some deliberation the group agreed, finding a hole burnt into the forest in a certain direction. Following the trail was easy and after some time they discovered their quarry, a green dragon wyrmling, gnawing on some kind of large seed. After a fight, where the group was almost wiped out, John stepped in and bravely approached the dragon in a friendly manner instead of attacking. Confused at this, and feeling a strangely legitimate desire to befriend this guy, the dragon flew off through the trees. Hugan, delighted at this show, invited the group to attend his dinner and headed back towards town. The dryad reappeared and urged them in a strange dialect of Sylvan to wait.

Wait they did, with little incident, for hourse, until the sun started to set. All at once as the last light of the sky was disappearing over the horizon time stood still and myriads of glowing shapes started drifting. The forest felt strongly like that wild and yet calming feeling of the forest, maximized a hundredfold. After some time dryads stepped out of the forest around them en masse, where the dryad they saved pressed seeds of some sort into their hands and demonstrated they blow on them. They all did, and they planted them in a group. Kulak, Poison, John, Daisy, and Bumpy Pete each planted a seed and spent the night in the clearing. When they awoke the next morning, there were already saplings rising from where they placed the seeds.