The quill danced inside her fragile hands, her mood ever changing despite the potions because of the moon. She could not think straight when he was not back inside their home. Off on an adventure again, something about glory, and floating castles. But how could he, at a time like this… nine months pregnant. Cephus never had made too much on any of his wild adventures. Most likely because of the debauchery he considered celebration. A kings salary was his nightly party expenditure, so he became quite adept at choosing his quests based on reward. Ranya and Cephus had met some ten years ago, when he attempted to steal the fortunes of Helios, the scarlet dragon in the high mountains. Ranya lived on the border between the humans and the Dorian tribe. In the city called Faulos, the second largest trade city with the people of Nubia. After he met Ranya, he convinced her to accompany him into the dragons lair. After 100 days of camp, the darkness of the untouched caves was lit by the reflection of pure lupin, the most valuable material in the second kingdom. The material conducted such high amounts of energy and magic. The blades fashioned were called self-healing and the only the finest connoisseur ever earned a tool given a true Nubian craftsman had become increasing rare after the migration. As the entered the cave, he tossed his blade behind him and called out to see if the dragon would receive them.

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