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She was conflicted about something, he could tell. It lingered in her eyes like smoke in the air. Perhaps she was questioning how well this mission was going. He couldn't blame her for that as he was wondering too. Yet, for all the hallowed tomes in the archives there was scarcely enough pages...

His eyes remained on the bear, though it never quite met his eyes. Since his return he found most animals preferred to avoid him, save the odd cat. Literally, the odd ones. His head rotated on his motionless frame as the bear continued towards their spoils below. "That's not good." Muttering...

While she was giving the kick to the horses, he took a moment to step to what he felt was the invisibly boundary that marked the edge of their camp. Hands folded over the pommel of his sword as was his custom, he studied the treeline and then looked over his shoulder to her again with a thin...

Unperturbed, he continued to stand like a thoughtful general surveying the battlefield of the morning. The woods may provide some cover, if only when they inevitably burst into flames. At that point, it was a sprint, and who knew if they or the wounded dragon would win. "Well, once you set the...

Sucking a breath in through his teeth, he lifted his chin and panned his eyes around the surrounding peaks and hillsides. This was awkward for them both, he knew. Tasked to kill a dragon with a stranger. Perhaps the only thing more embarrassing for all involved was any sort of romantic first. It...

He wasn't sure how long they'd be here, but while she got the fire going, he felt a bit of nostalgia at setting up a lean-to for the first time in years. For a moment he was a decade younger, a fresh-faced academy sort like her, with little more than his curriculum and training to call upon. Now...

Nostrils flaring, he reached down to brush his bloody fingertips into the dirt to help clean them off, and then nodded once. Taking his handholds, he remounted his horse and settled into the saddle again. Out of habit his hand lifted, finding it's way to the deck of cards at his hip, wondering...

"I think blood will," he replied. Working the coagulated blood between gloved fingers, he narrowed his eyes and took a deep inhalation through widened nostrils. Perhaps something would be on the air? No. Too much smoke and ash from the nearby town. It was even reaching out here. Letting out a...

He waited, stoic, though hardness was hinted at in his scarlet eyes. Turning his steed after hers, he kept his eyes on their surroundings. It wouldn't take long for scavengers to arrive, if they weren't here already. Often times they'd attack before realizing who they were robbing. Unnecessary...

"It's been fairly dry," he remarked. The air itself seemed to contain no moisture to speak of, but that could be related to the dragon. 'Dragons and Their Effects on Local Environments and Populations' wasn't a book he was familiar with. Doubtful it had even been written yet. Perhaps when he...

They weren't going to be getting anywhere with this man, unfortunately. Hearing Ralene walk off, he waited patiently as the man died and, deciding to spare him any prolonged agony, ended his life for him. Dagger cleaned by the time she returned, he was just standing from the now limp body...

He'd not intended to needle her. 'Intended' was the operative word. Staring at her and her raised brows, he carefully maintained the sort of bored, expectant look one might find in a parent waiting to see a trick. This game was not unfamiliar to him. Taking a step back while she studied her...

It was the muted words that drew him around, and he smoothly dismounted in a clatter of resettling plate. Limp wrist resting against the pommel of his sword,, he paused, taking stock of the square. Too many shadows in the smoke. If they were even a few hours later than the attack, bandits...

His companion seemed to drift in thought as he did. It seemed more to due with awareness than a lack thereof, but unfortunately, mind-reading was not something he was skilled in. Perhaps some could skim the thoughts from a mind, but not he. No, he dabbled in arts that were more looked down upon...

Dragons. Bugger it all, but it had to be dragons, didn't it? Teeth big as claymores. Hide like steel. That sunny disposition that rivalled the fact they could melt a village with their breath. Which, incidentally, this particular dragon had done about four times already. Five, if the smell of...