Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-39791808-20200101222327/@comment-31296352-20200328045408

Maxon let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry about your men, but I think Zania was being rather generous, they would all be far, far worse off if she wasn’t.

As for what she wants? I imagine she wants to come to an arrangement with you about living in the area peacefully; without pillaging the town.

Regardless of what she wants; she’ll talk to you, and only you. And considering your other options, you should indulge her and hear her out” the young dragoon replied.

The Wyvern’s eyes lit up again at Elaine’s generosity.

“Wow! Really?! That’s awfully generous of you Elaine!” she said happily.

“And while I can’t speak for Maxon, I’m sure he would love one! But…..” she paused, sinking into her thoughts.

After a moment of thought, the Wyvern turned back to look the blacksmith in the eyes.

“Do you happen to have any enchanted armor in stock? While Maxon has done a decent job of caring for his own set, years of travel and combat are beginning to show on it.

And…..well….don’t tell him I said this, but; our little quest into the forest nearly cost him his life, twice.

So you see, above all else, I want him to be safe. I want him to be protected. As I hate to imagine life in this world without him…..”