"If you can't or don't want to sacrifice your time, lay eggs and give them to me. I'll raise the Hatchlings as my own and adopt them in my family." Ghirslak said.
So shocking was the news that the Wyverns talked over each other in a crescendo of voices that soon became deafening.
"Really?" A female Wyvern asked after raising her hand and being allowed to talk. "All I have to do to improve my status is lay eggs?"
"Yes, but that won't amount to the same merits as if you raised the Hatchling yourself." Ghirslak replied. "Also, by doing that, you forfeit the powers a pregnancy would bestow upon you, but that's your choice."
"Patriarch, won't it affect your magical research if you take in so many children?" A male Wyvern asked. "Our research?"
"Eighteen years are a long commitment, for a human." Ghirslak snorted. "We are Wyverns. We live three thousand years! What's a couple of decades to us compared to ensuring that our bloodline will live on for three thousand more years?
