Kaisel was an enthusiastic and animated storyteller, and Hadama listened with an interest that was more than mere courtesy as the young man spun his tale. There was action, suspense, and glory in Stormbreak's founding, hitherto unsuspected by the Tidebreaker, and the region's preoccupation with dragon companions above and beyond their former obsession with the racial purity of Accepted made a great deal more sense after hearing the creation myth of Caido's oldest city. He followed the Dragoon's gestures to the draconic decor at each punctuated point, admiring the craftsmanship in steel and stone, and he nodded solemnly in agreement.
"It is very 'cool,' indeed." A rousing affirmation from the Tidebreaker if ever there was one. He continued to walk beside Kaisel through the stern but elegant halls, turning his head in subdued curiosity, his expression serene but his eyes bright.
"I would like to see the training grounds, please." A rumbled request as he gave the young Dragoon a look that was almost sly before the solemnity returned, somehow even more grave, all humor gone from his eyes. "And I admit to some... curiosity. On if the current... mh, leadership... has made any changes to the running of the Dragoons?"
"It is very 'cool,' indeed." A rousing affirmation from the Tidebreaker if ever there was one. He continued to walk beside Kaisel through the stern but elegant halls, turning his head in subdued curiosity, his expression serene but his eyes bright.
"I would like to see the training grounds, please." A rumbled request as he gave the young Dragoon a look that was almost sly before the solemnity returned, somehow even more grave, all humor gone from his eyes. "And I admit to some... curiosity. On if the current... mh, leadership... has made any changes to the running of the Dragoons?"
