Chapter 290: No more story time
“Fought isn’t really the right word. More like, got beheaded long enough to stall for time.” Dadri chuckles weakly as he thinks back to the Dir the siege of Frae ended.
“Still. That’s an obsidian ranked monster. Any information you have about it can be useful. Especially after everything we’ve met in this damned tunnel already, I wouldn’t be surprised if we’ll be face to snout with one of those scaled vermin soon.” She laughs before taking another bite but there is real concern hidden in her tone.
“Oh. Yeah, I can tell you what I know. I thought you wanted an epic story.”
“I would’ve taken one of those as well but continue…” Robby shifts her focus back to the boy. Rosh’t is also silently looking over at Dadri. His interest has been piqued.
Dadri repositions himself as he thinks about where to start. “They are smart.” After a long pause, he finally starts talking, immediately getting both of his companions even more invested in what is about to tell them. “Incredibly smart. The one I faced was able to coordinate a large scale siege battle by itself apparently. Using our instinct to protect others to deliberately control our actions. Even when it was faced with no other option but open battle, they managed to outsmart us and even kill a golden knight. It was also able to learn new dwarven and could communicate fluently. But along with being smart, it is also strong and fast. Fast enough to harm multiple other golden knights before killing Illion.” Dadri pauses for a moment, swallowing hard as the memories return to him. The sight of the pitch black helmet oozing blood in the dirty snow around it. “It was also very easily provoked, simply by calling it a lizard I could force it to focus solely on me and gave Maja the chance to get Nina and Streak out of danger.”
Robby was looking into the dancing flames while listening to Dadri, but she suddenly looks back up at Dadri with a surprised expression, after making sure Dadri doesn’t immediately wants to continue she uses the moment to interject with a question.
“Streak? A woman in her early thirties… no early forties? Beige hair, about ye high?” She motions with her hand to show that the woman she is talking about is around fifteen centimeters taller than her.
“I’m really bad at guessing age but… probably… the other things check out, yeah.” Dadri is very confused about Robby’s sudden interest about this seemingly random woman. She reacted to no other information about the golden knights.
“Oh. Wow… so that’s where she is.” A warm smile forms on Robby’s face, making Dadri even more confused.
“Will you tell us about her or just stay mysterious?” Dadri can’t help but be nosey.
The smile on Robby’s face fades as she takes a long moment to look at Dadri, from him over to the Ork and then back again. She takes a deep breath before talking. “She is my… I guess cousin… But also, my idol, somewhat. At least, I aspire to, one Dir, do what she has already managed.”
“That being?” Dadri doesn’t want to push her too much, but he is just to curious about all those open ended answers she is giving.
“Leave it all behind.” Robby answers immediately and dryly before going quiet for a long moment. “Alright. Story time is over. I’m gonna sleep.” Robby wordlessly takes off her shoes and slips into her bedroll.
Dadri looks at her turned back for a few minutes, she isn’t sleeping yet. “Streak has a fiancé. Maja.” He isn’t sure why, but saying that felt right.
Robby stays quiet for a while longer. “How nice.” Her voice sounds genuine. “Thank you for telling me.” After a few more minutes, her back starts rising and falling in a rhythmic manner. It seems she really is sleeping now.
Once again silence takes over the campsite. And uncertainty soon follows. Especially with that joke Robby made earlier about meeting a dragonborn soon. The creature in the shadow now takes on the from of that dragonborn from back then. Dadri remembers the lizard’s sharp eyes as it was watching his every move while they were standing across from each other. A chill runs down his spine, its posture was completely relaxed but even back then, Dadri knew that he stood absolutely no chance against it. He felt this way every time he faced off against the High Commander but the feeling there was different. Against Rost it was training, there, it was the brutal reality. Even though he suffered no physical consequences in either scenario, the fear he felt was different.
Dadri slowly gets up and tries to remember the movements the dragonborn made, during its short brawl with him, but especially in its later fight against Miriam and the High Commander. Dadri slowly goes through each movement, thinking of different ways to counter them. Nothing he can think of seems plausible, but he has enough time for trial and error now.
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