Kendrick punctured the deer's hide with the point of the skinning knife and made a clean slit down its belly to gut and clean the kill. He didn't look at the dragon as he worked, likely to avoid accidentally slicing into his own fingers, "Reasonable? You fired an [b]accurate[/b] eight hundred meter shot. The record for our bows is somewhere closer to three hundred. I hear the best in the world is four hundred, but who knows how much exaggeration that story may contain?" He paused a moment, letting out a soft sigh and shaking his head slowly. "Sykia, right now your task is to blend in. If you draw too much attention, then I won't be able to honor our arrangement."

His tone held no trace of anger, if anything it was only slightly disapproving, the way a father might chide a child that simply didn't know better. The prince's hands were deft and agile, never a stray cut, never too deep, and never a tear. The scent of blood filled the air and the condensation from the creature's retained heat rose from its wounds as he continued, "Did you have any thoughts as to [b]who[/b] you'll be in this guise? Name, profession, purpose? How we met and why I've taken you back to the palace? Things like that."