So the kid was a rider? Meeting another rider was rare enough, but especially one this young? I nodded towards the young dragon, and a stubborn Quake growled inside my head.
[i][color=9e0b0f]I don't the way the young one stares at you.[/color]
[color=0054a6]Relax big guy, he just defending his rider.[/color][/i]

[b][color=f7941d]Where you heading sir?[/color][/b]

The question caught me off guard slightly. I wasn't quite sure  where I was going, just letting the gods guide my path back to my family. Perhaps those Orcs would have a lead, I made a mental note to myself before answering the young boy.

[color=0054a6]Hopefully the closest settlement to stock up on some gear. You got a village nearby? Or family if you're living all the way out here.[/color]
[i][color=9e0b0f]You need to get your wound checked out Jet. I don't like seeing you all bloody.[/color]
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Quake spoke in my head as he was walking up beside me, laying down like a dog beside his master.
[color=0054a6]And some bandages, if you have any to spare.[/color] I added motioning to my bloodied shoulder.