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Talorgan watched the legs of wine slide down the sides of her glass. She looked perfectly content with her choice after taking a sip. "I think some have good intentions," he replied. "People who want to use their money for something and so sponsor an artist to..." Talkrgan paused. He took...

He offered the white dragon yet another glance. He hadn't held a conversation where human and dragon both seemed to enjoy that he was on the receiving side of the jokes. Talorgan held up his glass. A little nod of thanks and he took a sip. "Very nice," he said, setting the glass back down...

"Hmm, you are small," he replied. He suddenly hoped that she wouldn't challenge him to a duel in front of the tribe. That would give his ego a serious bruising. He took her hand, brace his other against the rocks and helped her up. She didn't need to use handholds, instead relying on his...

Talorgan made himself comfortable as Faye headed to the wine cellar. Her craft was remarkable, he thought to himself. He was glad she had such a pleasant working space. She was a driven woman. She had risked a lot to expand her arts, travelling far into the wilds. "I am not nervous around...

Talorgan briefly imagined trying to convince Biersys to slink down streets and into a tight space. Even though she was smaller than Cathan and would cling to rocks for shelter, she did not like the city. "I'll watch, but perhaps we should open that wine. Let it breathe," Talorgan replied...

"And I trust you completely," Tal replied. He gave a something approaching a complete formal bow but he cut it short. He stepped out into the cool night air. He glanced upwards at the stars. He briefly wondered if his father had news of him leaving already. He could imagine that already. You...

The explorer made a small grumpy harumph. He smiled at her a few moments later and picked up the pace. He deliberately fell quiet afterwards. Each time of the day had its own predators. There was a reason that the humans had bonded woth dragons long ago. Alone in the wilds they were...

"They know you're a soldier now," Talorgan told Nadya. "Yes, out north," Talorgan said. He stepped up beside Nadya and headed for the communal tents. She was smiling more than he had seen before. Perhaps, he thought to himself, she had been in desperate need of working out some tensions...

Talorgan set down his own mask. He slid his jacket over the back of a chair. His tie was left across the shoulder. He unbottoned each sleeve and rolled them up just above the elbows. "I can work like this," he said. "I've enough formal tunics and I hardly wear them." After a few days in the...

"If we get back early enough we can go out of the rocks and upstream," Talorgan said. He provided her answer by suggesting more privacy for them both. Talorgan laughed. "I don't need to translate everything. You should know they didn't expect you to put up a proper fight." He gave a little...

Talorgan saw the tribesman go down on his back before he saw Nadya standing victorious. As he approached to the sound of training spear on shield - this time her opponent was more cautious and took advantage of his reach - he noticed a change in the tribes people. The reactions varied. Some...

It felt like such a different interaction to their time in the wilds. They walked on cobbled streets dressed in finery. She laughed lightly at a mild joke. The air was pleasant and cool. "Then this will be a test of how fit I am," he mused. He glanced at her and smiled. She walked in closer...

"That I... Oh run out of breath. Right. I thought I was going to have my lungs burned out for a moment." His expression told a story, she really had accidentally worried him for a moment. "I'll take that, as long as you promise not to catch my off guard," he laughed. Dragon Riders had a...

The spear snapped towards her. These people didn't fight with elogance. They couldn't afford it. They fought together, held position and fought much larger creatures. Of they broke and fled, they died. That meant they focussed on the speed and power of the thrust. The sound of the spear...

"I've never exactly been called... delicate," Talorgan said. He realised that he was slightly nervous. It would be quite easy to make a fool out of himself. Not only that, she used dragon fire to get glass up to temperature. They were literally going to be playing with fire. "I'll come back...