I've posted nothing in ages so here's a snip featuring my children, Ashwood, the world's most put upon mage, and Robin Goodfellow, a Crane Witcher a fairy!
"George of Kagen? The Dragonslayer, knight of Gors Valen?" Questions left Ashwood in a rush - there was a fresco in the Great Hall of Kaer Morhen of George of Kagen. The way Coen spun the tale, George was mortally injured by a dragon in Valen and was buried by the Griffins in some hidden grotto.
"Oh, you've heard of our Lady! So few have, it's good to know she's remembered," Robin said with a wide grin. "We are not all so lucky - who yet remembers our Demontamer or poor Jerome? Certainly none keep Puck's name close."
"Puck?"
Robin froze, just for a moment, but long enough for Ashwood to note the wild confusion in his eyes. He stared at a single rock, digging blunt nails into the dull, beige skin of his knees. Eventually, Robin shook his head and the grin returned to his face. "My apologies," he said, "You asked something?"
"It's… not important," Ashwood waved the moment off. Later - he had nothing to take notes with, so it wouldn't do to dwell on the moment.