Ire plodded along behind his sister, trying to keep his head high and an air of toughness around him. He was excited to be exploring, sure, but he was here to be a guard for Uncle, and he needed to look strong doing it. He nearly ran his snout into Safyia's side before he noticed she had suddenly stopped to stare up at the tapestry.
Jerimer turned, looking over the bright tapestry on the wall. "He is an evil dragon, a savage beast that knows nothing but killing. The knight is a brave solider sent to slay him to save his people. That's how all wild dragons are."
Ire's eyes danced over the sword in the knights' hand. He had seen a few weapons in guards hands, but never thought much about them. Now, seeing it pointed to a dragon not too unlike him, something clicked. The idea of doing battle with a human, a fight of teeth and claw against metal. The idea scared him, just a little.
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The kitchen area was large and open, aside from the island of counter in the center of the room where prepared food sat in wait of being served. Roast goose, venison, legumes and vegetables of all sorts marinated in foreign oils and herbs. Three chefs were busy at work over pots of stew, kneading bread, and chopping ingredients as they chatted about a local woman and escort named "Venice."
Soon, one chef's eye flicked over Hro, just for a moment, but it was enough for him to do a double take. "Drake!" He shouted, taking his knife in hand and shifting into an aggressive stance. The other cooks did the same, grabbing a cast iron pan and wooden rolling pin as they advanced.
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Jerimer turned as soon as he heard the shout, a flash of horror crossing his face as he ran to the door of the kitchen. Ire broke from his thoughts, following right after him in a panic.