The warrior man with dented armor was done with this continent. Even before the test fight with the Warrior Woman, he was heading towards a port to take him home.
He has camped nearby for days now, settled on a limit to his fixation. If the dragon leaves and there is no further contact by the Warrior Woman, I will continue on home.
Those words in his head just now were very clear.
He considers them like the deepest puzzle. Dragons are creatures of power and prophecy. The words were clear, but there were also undercurrents unspoken.
"You were close by, more than any others."
"This will take you away from your impossible quest."
"You will receive a task worthy of the Knights of your kind."
On the first topic; I am far off from where the dragon rests and yet closer 'than any others'. I can remove my armor. There will be no one to attack me while I sleep. I will set out the armor so it collects morning mists in dewy drops to make cleaning it easier.
On the second topic; 'impossible quest'. Yes. That Warrior Woman was compellingly different in nature, but it was never really going lead anywhere. I simply mistook a gentle regard during the test as kindly. That Warrior Woman did not loathe me during the fight, not the way Warrior Women usually loathe men who lift weapons.
On the third topic; 'worthy task'. A task handed to me by a dragon. Of course, an honor that obliges one's entire life.
The warrior smoothes out the thick sleeping blanket. Tonight, he should rest fully. Tomorrow is likely to be the most important day of his life.
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Just Good Friends With The Dragon
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