Kace, expecting Roland’s response, simply shrugged, walked to the nearest barrel and filled two mugs. He took a seat next to Elric and handed him one of the mugs, as Captain Crewe began his tale. The people of Miraheim had a tale similar, though instead of a knight it was the greed of a thrall that brought a dragon down upon the kingdom when the thrall stole the dragon’s favorite cup from his treasure horde and the aged king, who had once been a great warrior and slayer of many monsters, donned his armor and took up his sword one last time to defend his people, though the battle between he and the dragon ended in the death of both. Kace tried to ignore Roland and his comments for the remainder of the journey. He figured the rest of the Knights and members of the crew would soon do the same. 

Kace took a long draught from tankard and turned to Elric as the Captain continued speaking and in a hushed tone, so as to not interrupt, said, “My apologies for earlier. I typically have better control over my temper, but the customs of my father’s people demand that I answer a slight against my family’s honor with steel. Now I’m still curious as to what your story is Elric. I wonder how you achieved your rank at such a young age? You must be a most impressive warrior.”