He very nearly draws his sword again when he sees a dragon-winged girl running toward him, but hesitates long enough to put a stopper that impulse. If not for those wings, it might have been a comfort to see someone dressed in a way much more familiar to his own world. He'd wanted to find familiarity, but not dragons and winged girls.
Her question nearly had him choking.]
I am no sorcerer. Who are you? [It was a command, of the sort kings made when angered. Which he was, on both accounts.]
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He very nearly draws his sword again when he sees a dragon-winged girl running toward him, but hesitates long enough to put a stopper that impulse. If not for those wings, it might have been a comfort to see someone dressed in a way much more familiar to his own world. He'd wanted to find familiarity, but not dragons and winged girls.
Her question nearly had him choking.]
I am no sorcerer. Who are you? [It was a command, of the sort kings made when angered. Which he was, on both accounts.]