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Briarland - Campground
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General, I remain very much opposed to this! How can you allow humans to accompany our troops?! |
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They can at least cook our meals and carry our things. If they ever slow us down, we can just ditch them. Not like we're responsible for their well-being. |
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If you say so, General... |
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My real worry is Castle Wildrose. The sooner we wrap up this job, the better. I'll use whatever gets it done faster, be it fae or humans. |
| You must be worried about the princess still at the castle. | I guess a general shouldn't be gone from his castle for too long. |
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Me? Worried about Maleanor? Ahahahaha! It's not Her Highness I'm worried about. It's the castle itself, and MY hide. The last thing I want is for the princess to destroy the whole castle in a fit of pique while I'm gone. |
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Wait, what? |
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Briarland's ruling family, the Draconias, are descended from the dragons at the top of the nocturnal fae hierarchy. Maybe where YOU'RE from, princesses are fair damsels in need of everyone's protection... But our princess is so powerful, the rest of us combined wouldn't stand a chance against her. She's also unruly, quick to start fights, selfish, and irascible... Not to mention incredibly spiteful. Lady Maleanor is Briarland's most menacing figure. If we take too long, she'll call lightning bolts down on our heads or burn us to a crisp with her fire breath. And for the record, I'm not joking. She'd do it in a heartbeat. |
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General! That seems rather harsh to say about our princess! |
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Oh, pardon me. That WAS putting it lightly, though. I'll ahve you know I've been subjected to her vagaries for as long as I can remember—some 300-odd years now. If Lady Maleanor were the kind of princess to sit quietly in her castle awaiting a prince on a white dragon... ...my life would be much less difficult. |
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GENERAL! |
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The one silver lining is that she'll be sitting quietly in Castle Wildrose for another two or three years. Even Her Highness won't take any silly risks until her precious egg hatches. |
| HER EGG?! |
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What? Why the loud reaction? |
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Princess Maleanor has an heir already?! |
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Where si my li-ah, the royal egg now? is it in Castle Wildrose with the parents?! |
| (Hornton hatched from an egg???) | (How old is Hornton?) |
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Why would you all be so interested in where the heir's egg sits? Something's fishy. You'd better not be after the egg! |
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Ah... Absolutely not! We just, ah, didn't realize an heir had been born... |
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*huff* Come now. In our land, even common children know where the egg rests. Dragon eggs require love and magical energy from their parents to hatch. Plus, there's no safer place in our land than in Lady Maleanor's arms. So what if they know where it is? Not like they can do anything with that info. |
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But General! There's also the Dragoneye Duke to consider. We cannot risk trusting outsiders! |
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Raverne, the Dragoneye Duke... If only he'd made it back, we wouldn't have ever had to act as substitute delegates. He and his wife have both given me no end of extra work since we were children. |
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Well... |
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*yawn* It's getting light out. I'm going to bed. Don't put out the campfire. Silver Owls aren't the only threat around here. There are also ravenous direbeasts. The rest of you should get some sleep too. We're setting out eastward at noon. |
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...Yes, sir. I hope you rest well. Night's blessings. |
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Night's blessings. |
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Listen up, humans. Regardless of what the general said, I don't trust you in the slightest. Remember—the moment I spot the slightest sign of any funny business, I'll use my magearm to vanquish you on the spot! But for now, go find some empty tents and rest. And don't disturb any of the troops. HMPH. |
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Did you hear that, Sebek? |
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Indeed I did! To think that our liege is already born! Oh, would that I could see him just once... To lay eyes upon his egg-like visage! |
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It ain't egg-LIKE. It's literally an egg. |
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| What's wrong? | Is something troubling you? |
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...It doesn't make sense. |
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