Jan 4, 2020
the dragons are dead, and tyria has fallen into peace’s welcome arms. the commander has not been seen or spoken of for over a decade; he is assumed dead, or at least assumed to have no desire to be found. you are young. you don’t remember the dragons, and no adult listens to your questions about them.
there has been a deadeye lingering on the outskirts of your village for about a week now, picking off the predators that threaten your family’s livestock without any request for payment.
no adult listens when you ask, “don’t you feel like you’ve seen him somewhere before?”
