[b]"Avoid a dragon? Bah! I may not know much about you guys but you all look like the kinds of people who could encounter a dragon and stay in marginally good shape."[/b] barked the old man with a hearty tone. Ursaren has fought a dragon once long ago, but he was terrified when he did and it held back quite a bit of the experience from him. If anything was to be true, the old man knew they could do it. It'd be a tough fight but they would prevail with a dragon head held high and a good finale to Ursaren's tale of life. He couldn't help but overhear the newly-freed Jezebeth speak to the other priest, Settionne, about the Guardian Order and all that whatchamacallit, but he was surprised by one line. One single line of speech from Jezebeth made Ursaren reconsider a bit of what he had done.

[i]"What could one possibly do to earn the loathing of all the Gods and Goddesses that they would not even speak to me?"[/i]

The old man never heard of anyone who had done that. Someone who lost the respect and earned the loathing of all the Gods and Goddesses had to have done something incredible in order to cause it to happen, especially so if they were in the Guardian Order. Ursaren took a moment to think about it and the only thing he could even think that could be close to it that he had experienced was... well... himself. His 'gift' opened the way into him having to learn how to control it to the best of his ability, and if he had lost his control even once, he'd be remembered in time for the abomination that he was. Every day passed where Ursaren had thought that he could just leave it all behind and let loose, but he didn't out of the sheer force that he felt something... it could only be described as the power of Maestus, flow through him, giving him a sense of greater purpose in the world. He knew he had a reason to be here, and up until now, Ursaren had lost hope...

Until he found Jezebeth.

He immediately thought that she could be like him, an abomination underneath a true soul, and if she lost control it would end in chaos and infamy. Ursaren thought that she had lost that control once and that's why she had been here, finally captive and restrained from causing more chaos. A new sense was formed in Ursaren towards Jezebeth, one that had a sense of sympathy towards her even more so now then before, and the old man cherished it. After he had that thought, he shook his head quickly and began to speak again about the recent dragon. [b]"We could see the dragon and possibly get it's assistance for our mission. It sounds incredibly naive but that doesn't mean it won't work, and if it doesn't we seem like a group who can take it down. I may not know you all so well, but I can sense a fighting spirit within all of you, and by Maestus it fills me with confidence."[/b]

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