A party horn. A party horn resembling a goose-like call is all it takes for you to be lured into the hunters trap. Even if you aren’t even a goose.

You land down near where you heard the call, your black dragon wings folding into your back as you approach the tall, formidable reeds of grass, hoping to familiarize yourself with a canadian goose. You are sorely mistaken.

Head to head with a hunter, Simon points his rifle at you, taking in your humanoid yet dragonic form, not knowing what to make of you.