Greigh's Point of View

Pendragon Estate

Arthur had been missing for almost an entire day now. Part of me hoped he was in his home with those Dragons, but I knew better. However, given his absence, someone needs to make sure those Dragons are taken care of. Even if it’s not my home, he is my General, and it is the least I could do.

Knocking on the door, I waited for a response. “What do you want, Zugal?” One of Dryritt’s guards inquired.

“Who is it?” The Representative’s voice came from inside.

“I’m Sir Arthur Pendragon’s Captain. I report directly to him.” I replied.

“It’s a Captain working for Arthur!” The Dragon shouted.

The reply came quick enough. “Let him in.” I was quickly guided to Dryritt.

With a small nod, I spoke. “Thank you for letting me in.”

He looked me over for a moment as he sat in front of the Arthur’s living room fireplace. “This isn’t my home. As such, it’s not my place to turn you away.” Dryritt replied before his maw opened, and he poured more flames on the fire. “Why have you come here?”

“In the General’s absence, I thought I would check in on his guests. Ask if you needed any food or water.” I stated as all the Dragons sat around the room lazily. “Perhaps there’s something else you might need.”

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“Why do you care about us?” Dryritt asked after a moment. “Your Priestesses haven’t come to check on us. Did they order you to do this?”

“I rarely respond to the Priestesses anymore. Sir Arthur is who I follow, and I’m doing this because he is unable to for the moment.” My tone was firm. “Clearly, you have a relationship of some kind with the General, but he lost a friend last night.”

Dryritt’s tail slithered over the chair’s arm and poked the fire. “Your General, as you call him, has lost far more than that.” He grumbled out. “My Dragons and I don’t need anything. We don’t want anything. All of us can last months without food or water when we are not fighting or growing stronger.”

Nodding, my arms gestured around the room. “I’ve heard similar, but it must’ve been a tiring flight to come here. Besides, last night wasn’t exactly relaxing. It is no trouble if you need anything. Sir Arthur likely wouldn’t mind if you even looked around or helped yourself to his pantry.”

Leaning back, the Dragon spoke. “Your offer is noted but unneeded. I would never do such a thing to your leader.”

“Sounds like you’ve known him for some time.”

Turning to me, Dryritt snorted, and some smoke came out. “I’ve known of him for some time. As I said, I owe him a great debt.” Then he gestured to his guards. “These children are far too young to remember him, but there are many of us who still do.” A chuckle escaped his lips. “It seems he still favors us Dragons.”

Much of this was going over my head. This Dragon was old. Extremely old. One might even describe him as ancient. You can tell by the way he moves that he is a mirror image of Augustus Reed for his kind. That unnerved me. Seeing an old Dragon was a very rare thing indeed.

Arthur has said he was older than he looked, but most Elven ages dip off just over a thousand years old. Maybe even twelve hundred if they are lucky. Dragons are known for aging far slower than even them. Some even compare their aging to the Priestesses and High Elves. However, what stood out above that was the respect this man had for Arthur.

“Well, I don’t know anything about favors, but I will come to check on you periodically.” I told him.

He hummed in thought. “For the kind courtesy of checking on us, I will walk you out. It may not be my home, but I can at least treat a guest appropriately.” Standing and towering over me, he looked down at me. “Especially one who hasn’t come to nose about.”

I chuckled at that. “Being nosey around Dragons doesn’t sound very wise. I like to think I’m a wiser person than that.”

To my surprise, Dryritt scoffed in amusement. “Not everyone is.”

When we stepped outside, we both heard a commotion of sorts coming from the town. It was confusing, but we understood when we saw what appeared to be something flying in the distance. The far distance. Like, on the horizon, yet were still able to see it.

Dryritt frowned. “There are no more Dragons coming from what I know of, and that thing is bigger than even me.” His eyes narrowed before he snorted. “Tell your Priestesses to stay out of the forest.” Was all the warning I received before he headed back inside.

My attention turned back to the dot that was slowly moving, and you could tell. Whatever it was, it was monstrous in size and fast enough to see it moving as a mere dot. Part of me wanted to go and investigate, but I knew better.