[center][h2][color=00aeef]Klaus[/color][/h2][/center]
[i]Died?[/i] Klaus had a hard time digesting Tyaethe's words, though she gets the general idea. She wasn't part of the team at Phoran Cal's maneasolom, thus she doesn't know the full truth on Tyaethe's immortality. 

[i]She lost a battle before? Someone like her...?[/i] Not taking that word literally, she found it difficult to think that the Radistirin Knight had encountered a day of defeat.

[color=6ecff6]"I understand,"[/color] Klaus placed her armour to one side, with a humble but a clearly naive face, [color=6ecff6]"I will take note of that if I find myself with a dragon."[/color]

Klaus smirked as her stomach let out a loud growl. She hadn't faced a dragon before, and slaying dragons is one of her dreams. She made her way for the kitchen with her armour left behind the courtyard.

As soon as she took a seat at the Kitchen, she wolfed down her plate of breakfast. [color=00aeef]"Zzzzz..."[/color] Klaus fell asleep on the table abruptly, still holding the fork of bacon. Her head collapsed inches beside her unfinished plate fortunately. Clearly the training with Sir Tyaethe had given too much burden on her stomach and fatique.