Mistress Crow Darkstride
But I know that knock.
Enter.Trygon opens the door and walks in. He nods to Yawg, and bows to Crow.
"Greetings, Crow, Yawgmoth. Seems you've discovered my meddling, my dear. As you may have surmised, there is a price for saving your life, and that of your child."
He pauses, mentally purging himself of the haze Crow was putting in his mind.
"Your child. It is mine to train before anyone else teaches it the art of war, and it will learn alongside my son. I wish to see how a natural born dragon relates to the strange bastardization that I created, which one is stronger, in what ways, etcetera. As you may have guessed, I have no way of enforcing this... I merely must hope that I will find you both agreeable."
Trygon grows silent, awaiting their response.