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Talorgan hadn't been so unprepared for a fight in his life. It had all been games, learning to fight as the youngest son of a noble family. His first years in the wilds, he had been protected by the forward military forces of Thansis. For years he had known those lands well. He had taken care...

Talorgan didn't want to speak openly in support of the Marked Ones pushing for a bonded dragon. He liked to be a rebellious element within the family, but he didn't want to say something loudly that would see him cut off. "It would be interesting to see exactly who that would upset," he said...

He was being unfair, but he still felt slightly annoyed at himself to be wrong. It would have been fair more satisfying to come to the rescue of a fair and delicate noblewoman. Talorgan was fairly quiet as they picked their way further down the valley. The ground was fairly dry underfoot. Thick...

"Ah well all have things we need to do. Even for friends. My eldest brother has other duties and so I must make a showing for the family. Clearly you have to suffer dance requests whilst trying to gather business." Talorgan released her arm. He spent far more time working on his arms that most...

Talorgan took half a step back and took in her outfit and the pieces of her work she was showing off. It was more than just the mask. It was a rather unique skill. It was a craft that was advancing quickly. "No matter how long I stay, I suppose I can help," Talorgan offered. He slipped his...

"Hmm, a glass maker seems like more of an indoor profession," he replied. Talorgan sounded as if he was bored of her explanation. She did not mount her dragon. That surprises him too. Talorgan wasn't bored, but he refused to give away respect easily and acknowledge an artisan who might have...

Faye Valimir "Very well," he replied. It was hardly a polite reply, but he had worked very hard to cultivate his gruff man-of-the-wilds image. She watched her interaction with her dragon. No matter how brief, you could learn a lot about someone from it. Though perhaps it was only the worst...

The jarlax didn't look at him. For a moment he felt relief. A single glance around him and he saw how unprepared others were. There write families and children browsing the market. "Hey! Over here!" The jarlax seemed to take that as a challenge. Talorgan looked down at the knife. It was...

Talorgan was annoyed. That his father finally spoke, only to express concern that he would bring the family name into disrepute. He was the third son. It was supposed to offer him freedoms. His father probably thought those freedoms extended to his personal time, but that his tendency to spend...

"Hmm," went Talorgan. "Impressive," he muttered to himself. Too many, he thought, remained sheltered behind their walls and refused to understand the world beyond them. Talorgan stepped away as the dragon threw itself upwards. The heavy beat of its wings sent a spiral of dust whipping up again...

Talorgan glanced at Olenn. He gave a quiet grunt. He didn't know much about the people he was supposed to guide. He felt that he would have recognised her jet black hair and striking eyes if she had been at any events. Perhaps she was not of nobility. He grabbed Olenn around the shoulders and...

Jarlax. Talorgan stood by a market stall, frozen as he looked across the main thoroughfare at one of the creatures. He spent most of his life in the wilds. A pursuit for a third son like himself, he documented his findings as he scouted close to the ground. He would proudly proclaim that he...

Biersys didn't like having a dragon circling overhead. He could feel the tension in her flanks as she leapt from a rock, gliding down into the valley. A battle between dragons was determined by several factors. Being larger and starting from much higher in the sky were the main ones. Altitude...

"Talorgan!" "What?" Talorgan asked back sharply. "Do not undo your collar." "But it's so tight and..." "It is impolite." His mother looked away from him and out of the window of the carriage. "Fine." "We do not ask much of you. Lyrrander does most of the family appearances. You can...

Talorgan offered no privacy as she stepped down to the water's edge. The cool stream lapped around his waist and he watched her intently. He had felt his pulse leap as he cold bit into him, but now it raced. For a few seconds as she strode towards him he questioned if he had entirely misread...