Private Tales Low to the ground

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Beyond the wall

Talorgan reached up to pat Biersys just beneath beneath her maw. A ripple ran down the hide of the dreq-wyrm. He knew she was always on edge whilst waiting for a dragon to land.

He was about as happy to have to talk to some high born child that would look down at him in exactly the same way. They thought he was a strange curiosity. A man who spent his time dressing like natives and learning languages.

In return, he felt they learned nothing by flying over the Borderlands instead of seeing it from the ground. Biersys could not fly, but she could climb, swim run and glide. They could cross and terrain faster than anything on the ground could follow, but they also knew the lands.

"I guess we wait," he said out loud. Talorgan sat down and rested his short short across his thighs and started to sharpen the blade.
 
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