ARROGOND: Luna and Teria made the Urtts into our enemies.
PONTAGAR: Yet they are our enemies, Father.
ARROGOND: They needn’t be.
PONTAGAR: What … what are you saying?
ARROGOND: They can be what they were created for. Our servants, our chattel.
PONTAGAR: Ha! Father – that is a lot easier said than done. They’ve got –
ARROGOND I know what they’ve got. We all do. But you know it was not the Urtts that awakened the dragons. It was one of our own ancient makers, a legendary sorcerer who has returned.
PONTAGAR: According to Ipola he’s dead –
ARROGOND: Which leaves a very convenient hole in the Urtt’s power structure. Listen, son: The Urtts are barely able to control the dragons. They are like the Urtts themselves, created by our ancestors. We can use the old magick, just as he did, and take them for our own!
PONTAGAR: That’s … Father I’ve seen them, they’re – .
ARROGOND: Hear me out, my son: What are we fighting for, after all? Are we fighting for the trees and the fish? Are we fighting to be nice and sweet and have a fairyland existence where we all love each other?
PONTAGAR: I thought we were defending ourselves, that’s all.
ARROGOND: This war is about survival, Pontagar. Erogenian survival. And we need to do whatever is necessary to ensure that.
PONTAGAR: What are you saying, Father? I’m a simple man, so Please be very plain.