[center][b]Sir Kay & The Messenger[/b][/center]

Sir Kay's reaction to the roar was to quickly unsheathe the runic blade at his hip with phenomenal speed, his eyes shooting up in the sky. "Damn." He knew that sound. He knew that sound [i]too well.[/i] He gritted his teeth? [i]Have they come for me? No, this seems different.[/i] It was then when he realized the wizard was gone. Damnit. All that talk about being careful, and he probably was like a too curious child, what with probably running towards the dragon instead of seeking shelter.

He cursed under his breath as he covered his armor with the cape, following carefully Arlo in the courtyard. While the dragonscale was one of the best protections anyone could ever afford, it had one very big disadvantadge. It aggravated all dragons who caught sight of it, for it was a direct wound in their pride. Even if the beasts knew nothing of camaraderie, they would readily stomp the human who dare to kill one of them and wear their skin.

"Wondrous, isn't it? One roar of my beast and it shakes all your entire city." The messenger answered, with no small amount of arrogance. "This is the power of Yrdring now. A power that we can offer, o King of Wanderneir." He tilted his head. "You only need to swear fealty to Queen Lamia... as your High Queen. And she will provide all the might you can imagine to spare your kingdom... for levies and tribute of course." The rider cockily smirked, eyeing the dragon.

The beast was slightly restless, sniffing the air with its tongue intently. Something... semed to rouse the she-dragon.
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