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Princess? Psh, what a joke. Thaddeus listened silently as they rode slowly along the long road through the forest. Truth be told, he had no real love for anyone who deigned themselves royalty. In his short life up until this point he had meant many so called rulers, Kings and queens, princes and princesses, and not one of them was worth even half as much as they let themselves be. Most were just a bunch of plump, egotistical bullies who delighted in exploiting their people and an over-enlarged sense of importance that impressed even him. The children were worse, spoiled brats who think that the world is something to hold under their thumb, feigning strength but having an army of protection at their back. Thaddeus was not known for being cynical but when it came to this subject he was a bit sore, he had run-ins with some particularly nasty royalty in the past. Back than he was untempered more back in that day than he was now, and that attitude often brought him on the wrong side of others. Growing up with dragons two of the most important aspects he ever learned was strength and loyalty, and you definitely needed one or the other if you were going to live in that world. While he was taken in by dragons that did not mean that other dragons accepted it or even liked it, this life is harsh and many a dragon did not trust humans or anything that looked like them and half human or not he was no exception by far. Some might say he would have grown up a lot safer away from dragons all together but there was something that dragons had that many other species lacked and that was they protected their own, no matter the cost. If one were to fall than the others were kill whomever did it, even if it took centuries or even longer than that, the one who committed that crime would be punished.
That was something humans did not understand, a loyalty that goes deeper than the skin, a loyalty that where you would cut your own arm off and smile while doing it. A loyalty where you would jump in front of an attack to save your own fath... Thaddeus was thrown from his thoughts suddenly when Pyronas voice cut through his head. He listened silently to her words as the wagon he sat upon moved up and down rhythmically upon the dirt road. More or less it was a continuation of the same conversation they were having back in town, she was probing him, trying to gage him and determine if he was worth being trusted or not. Not shocking, it was pretty ironic actually that dragons had such a hard time trusting others and Thaddeus had a hard time trusting anyone at all. He would say that their meeting in Lorenstad was fate if he truly believed in such a hokey concept. Those chance meetings were determined by some all mystical force that no one could see, Alduin had tried once to teach him of a god but he just couldn't let himself believe in it. If what they said was true, and dragons really did reincarnate than where was brother, his best friend, the only real family he ever had? "You act as if destroying me would be simple, the reality is a lot different than that. You are young, a stripling as Alduin once called me. You are no doubt dangerous in your own way and any normal being would be easily felled by you, but I am no normal being, you would do well to remember that because there are…” Thaddeus swallowed hard as if an uncomfortable thought had come into his head, his hands tightened on the reigns to the point they creaked under the pressure. ”Things out there that could destroy you without even trying.”
There was no ridicule or malice in his voice, in fact it would almost seem like he was trying to impart some life advice for Pyrona’s sake. ”I don’t really care if you trust me or not, however, I know that trust is very important to dragon kind so perhaps I will allow you to do this… test, if you truly desire to do so. Yes.. I did know their true names, however I neither trust you nor are close to me so it is not something I am willing to divulge. It might interest you to know this though” leaning over so that his voice would not travel to the other he finished what he was saying, ”My real name is not Thaddeus.” Leaning back up he had intended to greet Rudolph who had finally joined them on the road, instead he raised his hand and caught an arrow that was intended to strike him in the chest. Cowards… the Mesmer thought the word angrily as he broke the arrow like a twig. He barely registered Shina’s yelling as a man with paint of his face jumped through the foliage to the right and boarded Thaddeus’s wagon. With no hesitation they brought their right arm down intending to slam a dirtied dagger into his neck, moving quickly the dagger slashed into the wood behind him getting stuck deep in the paneling. With one quick lunge he took the bandit by the throat and picked him up off his feet, with his other hand he struck the man in the head, the hit solid, the bandit was out almost instantly.
Throwing the man aside Thaddeus quickly pulled his sword and leapt off the wagon, a couple more arrows hit the seat where he had previously been. Shina was already on top of it as she loosed arrows of her own striking one of the bandits clean in the shoulder. This would force them out of hiding and into view to confront them forming a half circle around them. Moving in a quick arc Thaddeus brought his sword down to the ground and sliced the dirt deep with it as if it was butter, he formed what seemed to be a boundary line in front of the advancing bandits. a black smoke started to rise up from the slash mark as if it had been burned with fire. Its only purpose was to intimidate the bandits, he did not recognize this group at all so it possible they were easily frightened by stronger opposition.
