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"A rogue." He repeated thoughtfully, watching her intently. He wasn't sure if she was lying or telling the truth, her story did seem likely, it could very well be true... but it wasn't what he was thinking. He took pride in knowing almost everybody, and everything that went on in Avalon and Caronia, it was what he did as a rogue to pass the time. There weren't many rogues around that were violent like that, even around the border with Caronia. Most rogues tended to stay away from there, even a fool could sense that something wasn't right about that place. But it could very well be a new dragon, someone that he hadn't met yet. Perhaps that Bianka he had met earlier, she seemed capable of something like this.
Still, something didn't fit. He hadn't thought about it, but during their conversation he had been studying her wounds. It was something that came natural now to someone like him. They didn't look like the wounds one might experience in an ambush, as only her wings were damaged. It looked as though she had been carried by them as the wounds were stretched and ripped. Maybe an attempted kidnapping gone wrong? This was starting to seem more then a simple ambush. After several seconds, maybe a bit more of mulling this over he continued. "How many?"
"A rogue." He repeated thoughtfully, watching her intently. He wasn't sure if she was lying or telling the truth, her story did seem likely, it could very well be true... but it wasn't what he was thinking. He took pride in knowing almost everybody, and everything that went on in Avalon and Caronia, it was what he did as a rogue to pass the time. There weren't many rogues around that were violent like that, even around the border with Caronia. Most rogues tended to stay away from there, even a fool could sense that something wasn't right about that place. But it could very well be a new dragon, someone that he hadn't met yet. Perhaps that Bianka he had met earlier, she seemed capable of something like this.
Still, something didn't fit. He hadn't thought about it, but during their conversation he had been studying her wounds. It was something that came natural now to someone like him. They didn't look like the wounds one might experience in an ambush, as only her wings were damaged. It looked as though she had been carried by them as the wounds were stretched and ripped. Maybe an attempted kidnapping gone wrong? This was starting to seem more then a simple ambush. After several seconds, maybe a bit more of mulling this over he continued. "How many?"