Kos thanked his father and got ready. He dressed in his armor, having polished it the night before. After gathering his sword, dagger, some supplies, and the money his father had so generously provided him, he said his goodbyes to his father, stepmother, and his half-siblings. He traveled with the caravan for some time before speaking to the caravan master, a large green dracon with a face covered in pink scars. He turned to Kos when the young dracon drew near to him. 

"So, what's your story? I trust my father knows this caravan?"

"Oh yes. He traveled with us a few times back when he was a mercenary. He was about your age when we first met. So, heading north?"

"Indeed I am. Taking a ship to some lands north of here. I may continue my adventures when I return to these lands, but it is good that I will see the world. Nice change of pace, if nothing else" Kos replied. "You still haven't told me much about yourself."

"Not much to tell. Got these scars fighting a drake alongside your father. I could have gotten them removed, but I chose to keep em. A sign of toughness, it is. That goes a long way towards winning respect in the caravan business. Lets people know you've been places."