Taliesin? He’s heard that name before. Looking suitably intrigued, Falke asks, “As in related to Ronin Taliesin?” He doubts the surname is common, so it’s a bit of a redundant question, but he’s curious about the relation all the same.
A gentle touch and tug at the hem of his pants draw his attention down to the dark blue hatching. Umbra, she’d said, and he finds it quite appropriate. “Ah, a little shadow, indeed. They’re lovely.” Smiling back at Seren, he tries to pay the compliment to both of them, but of course, the dragon can’t talk back. Standing still so the companion can continue its inspection if it wished, the older man brightens at the question and nods.
“I Fix people, mostly. Make sure everyone is mentally in good health and treat them if they aren’t. I advise Cian sometimes and run the medical clinic here. You may have met Doctor Hart - she’s my colleague and the one most Dragoons are more familiar with.” Someone’s got to patch them up, and the good Doctor is an expert at stitches and bone setting and curing all the physical ailments.
