"I'll keep it in mind," the captain said, nodding. This once, he was willing to take the dracon's word for it. The kobolds soon finished unloading the stone and carting it away. A scout jogged over, and whispered his report to him. Apparently, another caravan was sighted outside the city grounds. "Good. Relay the message to His Might."
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It was a little bit of time before Kutur made his resolve. It was now or never, and he'd much rather it not be never. Slowly, he returned the kiss, tentative and light. He wasn't sure what he was doing, nor did he mind, for being in this moment simply felt right. Despite the awkwardness of not knowing where his hands should go, or how cold the water felt dripping off him, he'd rather be here than with any book in any library.