as often as circumstances allowed.- The old man sighed slightly, shaking his head.- Satisfy an old man's curiosity and tell me something about yourself.
-My name is Draco and I come from Dagos.- The dragon mustered up a little courage and approached the clergyman. The man of God seemed genuinely interested in the boy, or more precisely, in his relationship with the Earl.-I was raised by my aunt, and since I didn't know about my magical abilities, I mainly learned combat and fencing. Other than that... Other than that, I don't think there's anything else worth mentioning.
-The dragon capital... - The priest seemed to look back on his youth with a slight smile through the veil of time. - An extremely interesting city. There's always a lot going on there, and I can't say that I didn't have a few adventures there when I was young.
- Dagos forever alive. - Draco wanted to say it lightly, but he couldn't. He remembered all too well everything that had happened to him in this metropolis until recently. Sometimes, nightmares would even take him to the narrow alleys of the port of Verde, where Pirce's gang was chasing him. He would wake up with a flurry and usually couldn't fall asleep again.
-I've heard that from someone else.- The clergyman leaned heavily on his cane and stood up.- You must be tired after your long journey, and I'm taking up your time. We'll have another chance to talk. See you later, lad.- The priest left with a slight smile.
