Just Good Friends With The Dragon

A Carrot

The mage is seated with his staff across his lap on the blanket.

I sit and face him.

Suddenly, I think "The girl, her father, the envoy. I am now obligated to work for some of them, and I do not know their names!"

I ask the Mage who seems to shuffle mentally at the question. "I personally would be happy to tell, you but it is a custom here for names to only be shared by the person.

When you met the girl in the woods, she should have asked you name. You interrupted her, so the responsibility fell onto you. You never asked.

A bardic nature does not really account for that kind of thing. "

Yes, that feels embarrassing, and not exactly rare for me to do. I have an incredible inward nature too.

The mage interrupts my thoughts

"I want you to focus on this thought.

The rulers of all the realms here are likely to be afraid of what you can do and want you might be able to do.

Things you might know. Secrets.

Secrets that would allow you to take over at a time and place that suits you.

Secret magic, secret abilities, secret technologies.

You might find that it could pay your debt off entirely just in letting them sit down with you and ask you any question they have.

I have a nice sense of you.

I do not think you are planning to take over.

If you sit with them, they might get that sense as well."

For the first time, I see a risk not to me, but a risk "of me". What could happen to a nice world like this one if I describe everything I have every learned?

They would know, I am sure, if held things back. I have a well known expressive personality.

We sit in silence for a while.