At the start of an evening of your choosing, when the sun has set but the air is still warm from the day, a dry breeze will pull at Rohan's clothing and whatever he holds, tousling his hair and brushing past his cheeks.

"You have done well. You use the gifts I have given you, and you serve me gladly. You have brought others into my arms - such loyalty deserves reward, doesn't it?"

A sensation of heat will bloom to life within his chest and spread through his body: as it travels down his tail, his scales will tighten, the heat will be so great it may feel as though he has been thrown into a hot pan. This tightness will mimic in his chest, in his throat and his mouth and in his eyes -- how painful this will feel is up to you.

The wind continues to swirl around him, carrying with it a fond laughter.

"Do not let yourself atrophy, my pet. Let these gifts inspire you to greater heights."

And with that, both the heat and the wind will fade away, and Rohan will have access to his new abilities and rewards.