milkmaiden38
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Aziza, Sanura, and Jonz
"This is much more yours than it is mine. I will make you a better offer, you allow me to stay and I will share what food I have." The draconian stated. "Rabbit stew with day-old bread; it's better than wolf's leg and hockberry roots."
Aziza and Sanura looked at each other, surprised at this turn of events. The draconian had been more than fair, he was being just and honorable. Tales and rumors Aziza remembered about the dragon-men had mirrored this draconian action. A terrible enemy … fierce warriors … but a race with much pride and honor … Aziza was already trying to figure out a way to hire the mercenary to fight with them. But she had no money and no idea how much one would cost. But she was confident that the tigran god … would solve this problem in the near future … for now she needed to become friends with this warrior.
“We wholeheartedly accept your offer!” Aziza said with a smile.
She turned to her half-sister again “Can you stand?” Her sister nodded yes, and Aziza helped her to her feet. They both walked over the draconian, who was kneeling down as he unpacked his cooking pot.
“Sir Draconian” Aziza started but was interrupted by the dragon-man
The Draconian smiled … showing off his razor shape teeth. “Jonz … is my name” He offered.
Aziza restarted her statement “Jonz … how can we help?” Jonz pointed to the vegetables for the rabbit stew. Sanura headed over to prepare them. Aziza worked on skinning the rabbit.
“Since we are going to be sharing a grave” Aziza said as she removed the rabbit skin.
“Grave??” Sanura asked “Don’t like the sound of that … perhaps crypt … or maybe crib is a better name for the place”
“Whatever we call this place … Since we are going to be sharing it. I think we should provide Jonz with some of our backgrounds. I’ll go first” Aziza suggested. Then she proceeded to explain being born into one of rich families living on the Isle of Ventulli. Her recent discovery of Sanura, her half sister. The family... quarrel. The attack on the city, and their adventures with the rebel tigran army.
Sanura had less to tell, She spoke of her life in the St. Vito Monastery. How she had always been treated well, she explained her heritage that she was half Tigran and half human and how Aziza had come to save her … then the demons had attacked. By the time the two were done … the stew was ready and being served up.
“And what can you tell us about the life of a mercenary?” Aziza prompted Jonz.
"This is much more yours than it is mine. I will make you a better offer, you allow me to stay and I will share what food I have." The draconian stated. "Rabbit stew with day-old bread; it's better than wolf's leg and hockberry roots."
Aziza and Sanura looked at each other, surprised at this turn of events. The draconian had been more than fair, he was being just and honorable. Tales and rumors Aziza remembered about the dragon-men had mirrored this draconian action. A terrible enemy … fierce warriors … but a race with much pride and honor … Aziza was already trying to figure out a way to hire the mercenary to fight with them. But she had no money and no idea how much one would cost. But she was confident that the tigran god … would solve this problem in the near future … for now she needed to become friends with this warrior.
“We wholeheartedly accept your offer!” Aziza said with a smile.
She turned to her half-sister again “Can you stand?” Her sister nodded yes, and Aziza helped her to her feet. They both walked over the draconian, who was kneeling down as he unpacked his cooking pot.
“Sir Draconian” Aziza started but was interrupted by the dragon-man
The Draconian smiled … showing off his razor shape teeth. “Jonz … is my name” He offered.
Aziza restarted her statement “Jonz … how can we help?” Jonz pointed to the vegetables for the rabbit stew. Sanura headed over to prepare them. Aziza worked on skinning the rabbit.
“Since we are going to be sharing a grave” Aziza said as she removed the rabbit skin.
“Grave??” Sanura asked “Don’t like the sound of that … perhaps crypt … or maybe crib is a better name for the place”
“Whatever we call this place … Since we are going to be sharing it. I think we should provide Jonz with some of our backgrounds. I’ll go first” Aziza suggested. Then she proceeded to explain being born into one of rich families living on the Isle of Ventulli. Her recent discovery of Sanura, her half sister. The family... quarrel. The attack on the city, and their adventures with the rebel tigran army.
Sanura had less to tell, She spoke of her life in the St. Vito Monastery. How she had always been treated well, she explained her heritage that she was half Tigran and half human and how Aziza had come to save her … then the demons had attacked. By the time the two were done … the stew was ready and being served up.
“And what can you tell us about the life of a mercenary?” Aziza prompted Jonz.