As he takes as seat, Mavros observes the woman and looks confused by her question. ''Charmer? Capturer? Would you care to explain? This whole story is becoming more and more curious.''
Jalin catches on pretty quick and moves to intervene.
"What are you getting at woman?" Jalin snarls. "Are you saying you want them to catch a wild Dragon? That's suicide, crazy at best. A wild dragon is harder to kill than a captive one by tenfold, yet you want them to capture one!" He banged his fist on the table, and not worried one bit about all the eyes that were on him, then employed some of his choicest swear words and some growls.
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Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
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The woman startled by Jalin, then smiled at him and chuckled. "No, no.. I would never kill a dragon, such magnificent beasts!" She puts a hand on her hip and looks at Marvos. "There's legends that dragons will not hurt a lady.." She smirks at Marvos. "They're gentlemen like that." She says in awe. "They shouldn't be slain, but protected!" Then she glares away from them. "My nephew is in charge here. You see.. he's a man of magic and barely has any control. He captured a dragon by the name of Sarco." She leans in to whisper. "I want to set him free."
Mavros smirks back at the woman. He leans in closer. ''Well! This is sounds like a captivating story. I should love to here it in more details. How did your nephew come to be in possession of this beast? Why do you want it freed? Why the secrecy? You see, if you want help, you're going to have to give us a lot more Miss...I'm sorry, I don't believe I've caught your name''
Alexis takes in what is being said. "Hmm freeing a dragon does seem an interesting tale. Usually the dragon is the captor, not the captee." It turns to Mavros, "I second the questions Mavros asked."
"As I said, this should be fun to watch." Nolla says with a nod to the others. She frowns though. "So there is a real dragon being brought here then?" She asks, looking around at the spectators sitting around the tent. "Is that exactly safe?"
The woman gasps, "My apologies! My name is Laeya and I'll tell you as much as I can." Her smile turning to worry. "If they go through with killing Sarco I'll never forgive myself." She pushes her hair behind her ear. "He saved me you see. Me and my nephew, Cale, we were heading to Malthor when we got separated and I was attacked by an ogre hunting clan. My powers are weak and I couldn't defend myself." She looks down for a moment then back up smiling. "He landed near by and scared them off. When my nephew came back he thought I was being attacked and captured him a magic orb. He won't listen to me anymore and wants to use Sarco to give him fame." Laeya paused. "I studied dragons in my younger years. They're amazing beings, you see."
She shakes her head. "Never fought one just had the pleasure of meeting one." She seems to glow again and puts her hands on her cheeks, smiling. "He's a blue dragon! I'm not sure on age.." She moves her hands and brushes her hair back again. "He's a younger adult. Just a young gentleman!"
Laeya bows her head down. "He's throwing a large reward to the people who can kill him.. My brother is a royal guard in Belthorn and so Cale is going to split the earnings of 10,000 gold to the people who fight and kill him. He just wants the game of bringing a live dragon to be a game of killing." Her eyebrows narrow.
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Jalin, suspicious of anybody he doesn't know wonders if the story is a fraud.
"Well I've never heard anything like this in my travels, but I do believe it to be true." Jalin's voice has softened to a more human voice, as with his posture. Uncrossing his arms, he leans closer to the table.
As he takes as seat, Mavros observes the woman and looks confused by her question. ''Charmer? Capturer? Would you care to explain? This whole story is becoming more and more curious.''
Alexis smiles when the woman points towards them. It wonders if the woman had said the same thing if it had chosen a different face to wear.
Jalin catches on pretty quick and moves to intervene.
"What are you getting at woman?" Jalin snarls. "Are you saying you want them to catch a wild Dragon? That's suicide, crazy at best. A wild dragon is harder to kill than a captive one by tenfold, yet you want them to capture one!" He banged his fist on the table, and not worried one bit about all the eyes that were on him, then employed some of his choicest swear words and some growls.
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
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The woman startled by Jalin, then smiled at him and chuckled. "No, no.. I would never kill a dragon, such magnificent beasts!" She puts a hand on her hip and looks at Marvos. "There's legends that dragons will not hurt a lady.." She smirks at Marvos. "They're gentlemen like that." She says in awe. "They shouldn't be slain, but protected!" Then she glares away from them. "My nephew is in charge here. You see.. he's a man of magic and barely has any control. He captured a dragon by the name of Sarco." She leans in to whisper. "I want to set him free."
Mavros smirks back at the woman. He leans in closer. ''Well! This is sounds like a captivating story. I should love to here it in more details. How did your nephew come to be in possession of this beast? Why do you want it freed? Why the secrecy? You see, if you want help, you're going to have to give us a lot more Miss...I'm sorry, I don't believe I've caught your name''
Jalin mumbles something akin to an apology and then takes a seat at the table, removing his bow and quiver and setting them next to his chair.
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
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Alexis takes in what is being said. "Hmm freeing a dragon does seem an interesting tale. Usually the dragon is the captor, not the captee." It turns to Mavros, "I second the questions Mavros asked."
"As I said, this should be fun to watch." Nolla says with a nod to the others. She frowns though. "So there is a real dragon being brought here then?" She asks, looking around at the spectators sitting around the tent. "Is that exactly safe?"
The woman gasps, "My apologies! My name is Laeya and I'll tell you as much as I can." Her smile turning to worry. "If they go through with killing Sarco I'll never forgive myself." She pushes her hair behind her ear. "He saved me you see. Me and my nephew, Cale, we were heading to Malthor when we got separated and I was attacked by an ogre hunting clan. My powers are weak and I couldn't defend myself." She looks down for a moment then back up smiling. "He landed near by and scared them off. When my nephew came back he thought I was being attacked and captured him a magic orb. He won't listen to me anymore and wants to use Sarco to give him fame." Laeya paused. "I studied dragons in my younger years. They're amazing beings, you see."
"What sort of dragon are we talking about?" Nolla asks. "There are quite a few different kinds after all."
"And just as important. What age?"
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Jalin smirks. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you've fought a dragon before."
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
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"No but the histories show that the older the dragon the the larger and stronger is is"
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Do I believe her tale of the dragon saving her from the ogres? Insight: 2
“If this dragon truly saved ye, I’m all for savin’ it. Can’t be judgin’ a beast on its race alone, but upon its deeds”
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Mavros listen closely to Laeya’s story. ‘‘What is your nephew planning to do per say?’’
She shakes her head. "Never fought one just had the pleasure of meeting one." She seems to glow again and puts her hands on her cheeks, smiling. "He's a blue dragon! I'm not sure on age.." She moves her hands and brushes her hair back again. "He's a younger adult. Just a young gentleman!"
Laeya bows her head down. "He's throwing a large reward to the people who can kill him.. My brother is a royal guard in Belthorn and so Cale is going to split the earnings of 10,000 gold to the people who fight and kill him. He just wants the game of bringing a live dragon to be a game of killing." Her eyebrows narrow.
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Nolla tries to tell if the woman is telling the truth or not... Insight: 6
Jalin, suspicious of anybody he doesn't know wonders if the story is a fraud.
"Well I've never heard anything like this in my travels, but I do believe it to be true." Jalin's voice has softened to a more human voice, as with his posture. Uncrossing his arms, he leans closer to the table.
Insight 14
(We are doomed.)
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
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