[center][b]Sir Kay[/b][/center]

"I know, that's why I am not slapping you on the head, master wizard." Kay harrumphed, his arms folded once again. And then he simply stopped talking, letting a long sigh, before undoing the straps of the helmet, revealing his face, disfigured by the burn and scarred. "I thought of myself capable, then I had this happened to me. All the time. There's a fine difference between being courageous and being utterly foolish." He paused. "And everyone makes mistakes and fumbles. Learn for it, and be thankful your face doesn't put off the ladies yet." He added, slapping his helmet back in place and doing the straps back again.

"Still, you're a bit lucky. Two people can cover eachother's mistakes. You won't be stuck as a frog on a swamp for two weeks, if I can help it." Kay added, being awfully specific. "Let's get this curse sorted out. And find you a holy magic teacher. It will help."
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[center][b]???? - Skies above Wanderneir[/b][/center]

The rider shifted on the back of the beast thoughtfully, the wind sweeping his rugged bearskin coat and his own bushy beard. He gripped the reins of his saddle, as he let a predatory grin. He was a large man, draped in furs and chainmail, with coarse hair and icy blue eyes. A rugged man of the north. One of the bearskin warriors, judging by how he kept an axe on his waist. But it was his mount the most striking feature. A large creature with bright copper scales, glistening in the sunlight as if they were polished armor. Powerful wings and snout, with four clawed limbs. There was no mistaking it. It was one of the nastiest monsters one could hope to ever face.

A dragon.

"Well, girl..." The man said. "Let's give em a show. Sing for me!" He said, hitting the beast's body with his foot. The dragon inhaled and let out a roar louder than any warhorn known to man. The distinctive roar that would make men sink to their feet. That would shatter courage.

"Haha! Yes, that's the stuff." The warrior added. "Now down, there on the courtyard." He added, seeing the tiny little puny men beginning to scramble and take positions. They would never be fast enough to prevent this. With an elegant movement, the winged beast dived in, and landed almost gracefully on the courtyard, knocking over a couple of servants at most. 

"Hail, King Lancaster of Wanderneir. I am Ulf, warrior or Queen Lamia of Yrdring, and a dragonrider! I bring forth a message from my Queen!" The brutish man rudely stated, not even bothering to drop down from the mighty beast. On second look, the dragon wasn't as big as the ones the legends told, and the scales were far too unmarred and shiny for it to be an old beast... but it looked quite a formidable opponent. 

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