"I am the descendant of the War Saint. You may call me Dragon Grand. What is your request?" the man with stern eyes and a booming voice asked as he looked at Orson and the others.
Inside the stronghold were many functional NPCs, but most of them were cold and indifferent, never interacting with player matters.
Dragon Grand, however, was the exception. As a self-proclaimed heir to the War Saint, he would answer a guild leader's questions directly.
"Take us on an inspection of the stronghold," Orson said.
Dragon Grand grunted in acknowledgment and began to lead them through the facility.
"This is the stronghold's warehouse. It's currently abandoned. Restoration requires reputation points or materials."
"This is the foundation of the magic tower. Also abandoned..."
They followed him to six different locations, but none revealed what Orson was truly after. Finally, he got to the point.
"Take me to the cave where the legendary dragon was said to sleep."
"There really is one?"
