Demund noted she did entirely answer his question, but listening to her he could tell she spoke true about her hate of the Empire. Though they had gotten off on the wrong foot, it was time to work together.
”Very well,” he decided not to challenge or argue her point of threatening her though he felt they had been justified in the moment.
”Then I think it’s time we get a move on before more of the king’s servants find us. Let’s get the eggs and go.” Looking past Zyloria he nodded to Damascus telling him they were backing down. The dragon grunted and stepped away from the stairs. He still didn’t trust letting the girl have an egg, but it wouldn’t matter much now would it?
Bending to the ground Demund held out his arm for Alph’s small orange dragon to climb up while tucking an egg under the other arm. Heading up the stairs with Zyloria and Gren, the smith finally gave an answer to her earlier question.
”Oh, and I know how to use a sword. I’m no soldier but it’s hard to make something proper when you don’t know at least the basics.”