[color=yellow][h2][center]Lunalel Lightsword[/center][/h2][/color]

[color=yellow]"A skilled fighter?  Aye, I suppose so.  I was strong enough to come to a draw with a dragon, albeit the girl was already halfway to death's door by time I came to her.  We actually formed a contract.  I suppose I'm a 'Dragon Knight' now."[/color] Lunalel mentioned, almost bragging, as she pulled off a glove and set a dark rag open on the floor.  There were always better ways of testing, but this gave her a good idea of her own mortality.  The Knightess unsheathed her sword and held the blade in her uncovered hand, closing around it until--  [color=yellow]"Geh. . ."[/color]  She almost whined as she lifted her hand off.  

Obviously, there were two cuts on her hand as she looked.  The blade was sharp, but nowhere near sharp as she liked.  A white glow surrounded her hand as the wound on her hand disappeared and the wince on her face turned back into her mundane and somewhat uninterested face.  [color=yellow]"As much as I am a knight, I suppose I am also a magic user.  Minor wounds such as this lack issue with me."[/color]  She didn't want the elder to think her deranged, but she likely would have some customs different from even her kin.  [color=yellow]"It helps remind me that I am only human."[/color]  The blood was soon wiped clean from her blade and she went about sharpening her sword, albeit taking her time.  [color=yellow]"

[color=red][h2][center]Eith the Shellagh[/center][/h2][/color]

The Shellagh didn't have much to do really.  She mostly just stood there, making sure Lyssa didn't do anything extreme.  As with her conversation with Caras the other night, Lyssa did many rude things.  Did this count as protecting the mage? Making sure Lyssa did not do anything uncouth?  Lyssa wouldn't be all too bad if she didn't have those inclinations underneath.  If nothing, from time to time, the hound would give Lyssa a look saying something along the lines of, "Don't do anything stupid if you want your 'adorable self' to stay pristine."