Are
His expression and the way he said those words took the most of the winds out of Are's sails. How could he be so heartless as to mock a man who just wanted something more out of life? A scoundrel, maybe, but not a bad man. Certainly not one deserving of ridicule, especially not from a cobbler drowning himself in whatever could shut the thoughts of home out for a few more moments.
"No, I am not strong, Adam." he said, deflated but still smiling. "Neither am I courageous, honorable or any number of things I ought to be. I'm just a man." Are let out a defeated sigh and moved over to sit next to Adam, weary about not getting too too close to the small dragon. There'd been a story brewing in his head, one that would finally prove the point he was trying to make. A story both the storyteller Roar and his own father would've been proud to hear. But it was all for naught.
Are took a breath to start his story, but each time it was let go with another sigh. It finally hit home, no matter the flowery prose or encouraging tales there was no changing the world. He looked down at his own shoes, scuffed, but not yet in tatters like the once he came to Caido in had been. He nodded slowly to himself, happy with saying nothing for a good few seconds before a thought rolled off his tongue again. "A hero's road is a tricky path, that few find the end of. It goes through blood, fire and war, and leads to a hero's grave. Whatever path you choose to take, you'll always be the hero of your own story." Are said and gave him a smile bordering on sad. Not pity, no, worry perhaps.
"And worst comes to worst, I'm always looking for apprentices." he said and laughed, what little worry vanishing as he shook with mirth.
"No, I am not strong, Adam." he said, deflated but still smiling. "Neither am I courageous, honorable or any number of things I ought to be. I'm just a man." Are let out a defeated sigh and moved over to sit next to Adam, weary about not getting too too close to the small dragon. There'd been a story brewing in his head, one that would finally prove the point he was trying to make. A story both the storyteller Roar and his own father would've been proud to hear. But it was all for naught.
Are took a breath to start his story, but each time it was let go with another sigh. It finally hit home, no matter the flowery prose or encouraging tales there was no changing the world. He looked down at his own shoes, scuffed, but not yet in tatters like the once he came to Caido in had been. He nodded slowly to himself, happy with saying nothing for a good few seconds before a thought rolled off his tongue again. "A hero's road is a tricky path, that few find the end of. It goes through blood, fire and war, and leads to a hero's grave. Whatever path you choose to take, you'll always be the hero of your own story." Are said and gave him a smile bordering on sad. Not pity, no, worry perhaps.
"And worst comes to worst, I'm always looking for apprentices." he said and laughed, what little worry vanishing as he shook with mirth.
