Deckard:  Why did you take them?

Wyrm: They were in my territory. As were you and the noisy one still outside.

Deckard:  We didn't see anything we recognized as boundaries that we crossed.  Return my companions and tell us where your boundaries are.  We'll get outside of them and be on our way.

Wyrm: Hnm. Quite the negotiator, aren't you. *the dragon's tail comes around to wrap around him....he won't escape being grabbed* You still haven't answered me, though. What are you willing to do to get them back?

Deckard:  Ah! *struggles*  Sir, this is rude.  Please put me down.   And I don't give blanket answers like that.  What is it that you could possibly /want/?  From me /or/ them.

Wyrm: Rude? Rude is passing through another's home, rude is stealing what few orbs can be found in the dunes, my dunes. I should swallow the lot of you and let your spirits waste away inside me. *comes out a rumble...but then he seems to calm* The desert, in its entirety, is my territory. You were trespassing the moment you stepped onto the sands. .......I will grant you this, you are the first to come here to talk rather than immediately trying to kill.

Deckard:  I don't want any trouble with you.  I'm not here to kill you.  I just want my companions back so we can continue our journey.  And I hope you'll forgive us, but there's nothing indicating /anywhere/ that the desert actually belongs to anyone.  Maybe a fence or some signs are in order.  A designated safe path would be good too.  There's no going /around/ the desert, so anyone needing to get to the other side /must/ cross through it.  And again, /please/ put me /down/.