A sudden gasp escaped Anita and Imast had to stop himself from spitting out the wine he was drinking as they heard Sarin was half WereDrac. “So this person…has dragon blood?” they both thought. A quick glance to each other made sure they knew they were thinking the same thing. “Imast, would you be so kind to tell Lord Sarin about our young nation? Please excuse me my Lord, I must tend to certain matters.” She said formally. But she didn’t wait for a reply but just stood up and hurried towards her chambers and called a servant inside. She began to cite a letter, one that explained that they had arrived in good health and with a warm welcome. It also told about the WereDracs, the Ursas and the Wolves. He was then ordered to leave the building, escorted of course by one of the warriors towards the harbor. From there had was ordered to find a way to the Oceanus, write that letter down and send out a dove back to Dracanica.

In the meantime Imast began telling Sarin what he thought would be sufficient: “We’re just a small nation now. We are all descendants from 5 noble families of Valhall. But our fathers fled the place because of the wars there. The founded Dracanica but turned their families into houses. Well, most of them did. You have house Muriël, mostly traders and sailors. Lady Anita is part of that house. Actually she’s the daughter of the leader. Then you have house Auraxus. Crafters and smiths. Great men, bending the flames of dr” he stopped there, forgetting his place. The secret of Dragon-forgery was to be revealed tomorrow. “-the great forge.” He corrected himself. Also leader of the farmers of our country. Then you have House Talos. That lot” he pointed at the researches feverishly trading notes and looking around. “Are members of that house? Mostly researchers and librarians. They are useful enough.” He said, but failed to mention that some of them were also mages and sorcerers. “Then finally you have the proud Templar Order. We are the warriors of Dracanica. Its shield and sword.” He said proudly. But he managed to boast some more: “I’d dare say we are one of the better fighters you could find. There isn’t much to tell aside from the houses. Well, we have some more dragons back home.” He said, before sipping his glass. Anita had then returned saying: “I hope my companion didn’t bore you with the many long story of his Order.” She joked.

In the meantime several servants approached Lara, the Ursa. Requesting if they could be escorted back to the harbor so they could board a ship and bring some more stuff for Lady Anita. It wasn’t really a lie. Some chests had to come along for the trip towards the capital. But it wasn’t the entire truth.