Stop at the stop sign go at the red sign
08-23-2013, 03:06 PM
The man was nothing extraordinary to look at. His coat was of a pure ebony, though his eyes were a bit strange. One blue and then other silvery in appearance. Though smaller than the titan, the man looked as if he could have the possibility of becoming a good warrior, with the right training of course. He completed his assessment of the man quickly, powerful haunches folding beneath the Knight as he seated himself before the smaller drake, ears attentive as words began to flow his ebony jaws. I am sorry my lord, I was a bit confused on how you confronted me, with a bloodline such as yours. You must be busy as it is. Lord? Taurig was no lord. Just because he was the son of the King didn't mean that he was a lord. Dark brows furrowed together at the word, one ear flattening against his skull at the man's uncomfortable laugh. Just who exactly was this man? My name is Oddity. I'd be willing to help you any day my lord. As though my curiosity does get in my way sometimes. Again with the lord. Taurig tried ignoring it as much as he could, focusing on what he was actually saying when he introduced himself as Oddity, offering up his help whenever it was required. Well...The Knight wasn't sure what to think of Oddity. It's very nice to meet you Oddity, but please call me Taurig. Being the King's son does not put me above anyone else. And your help would be most welcome whenever you can spare a moment. Curiosity is nothing to be looked down upon, unless of course it distracts one from doing their job. If I may, what purpose do you have here in Glaciem? He didn't mean to sound like he was interrogating the man, but he wanted to know just why exactly Isardis had allowed him a place among the Glaciem ranks. Talk like this |