Felix bowed in return, and then took the exit. He went back through the building, moving slowly, deep in thought. He reached the door, and left the magnificent place.
Well, did you do if?
Yes… Felix told Draedan what had happened.
Interesting…it is good to know that I shall not suddenly die for unknown reasons. Goodbye, Felix Warborn.
The voice went silent.
Wait! What am I supposed to do now!?
A brief silence. Why should I care?
Because if I die, you die.
Fair. Then I would suggest finding work elsewhere. Kesh will hunt you, and mortals need food and shelter.
What would you say to reuniting?
REUNITE? With YOU? Mortal, you are weak. Powerless. You know nothing, and hold yourself proud beyond your measure and worth. Felix could almost hear a hiss.
I WILL find you, dragon. And then you and I shall settle this business for all time.
I sincerely hope so.
Felix looked around. He saw the innumerable buildings, the walls, the ships. He walked to the docks, and found a ship traveling to a remote Keelish colony, with reports of great beasts that were a nuisance and a danger to the inhabitants.
Arriving, he found work fighting off these creatures, for it was far easier to hire him on the spot then to wait for government troops to hunt them down. He built himself a small house on the outskirts of a settlement, and earned the nickname ‘Venandi’ meaning ‘Hunter’ in Latin. Thus ended Felix’s adventures in Kleriel.
@staff close it, wow that was longer than I thought it would be