Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190221011452/@comment-5543592-20190223224737

"Are you certain about that?  Just remember, there are limits to what is possible, Yaden."

"Maybe, but I've never come across 'em.  No, princess, I'll say it again.  We'll kill the dragon ourselves."

"Since, o'course, Augmentations have their limits.  Which, unlike our own, we don't know."

Svieva laughed at them-- a joyful, airy sound. "Did you come up with that yourselves?" She smiled, shaking her head. "Or did someone put you up to it?  Does the presence of the gladiator in this select company give you a right to such brazenness?"

"Gladiator's got nothing to do with it." Yaden said, assuming she referred to Graicus. "Listen here.  We put forth a proposition to Ralib.  Either he'll take it, and we'll ride together.  If not, we go back.  There's no bargaining, take it or leave it.  What happens to the dragon's corpse isn't our concern.  King won't care if you take a few scales or teeth, and those'll fetch a good price easily enough."

"'Ralid has already agreed to your 'proposition.'"  Svieva grimaced, standing up. "Against mine and Adalmor's advice, you should know."

"Ralid," Yaden grinned wide, "is showing a lot of wisdom for on so young.  To me, princess, wisdom includes ignoring foolish and insincere advice."

Gnuka snickered.

"It's you're funeral, Yaden." Svieva said, indifferent. "You'll be singing a different tune when the dragon's finished with you  You'll be licking my shoes and begging for help.  As usual.  I know your sort so well it makes me sick."

She turned away and disappeared into the night without so much as a good-bye.

Yaden gurgled and spat into the fire. "In my day, princesses stayed in their towers, read books and played at tea parties.  Didn't get underneath the feet of warriors, or in our business."