Dragonborn, whispers someone reverently. Martin turns, unsure if they're referring to him or her, a previous ally turned enemy. The title itself sounds right, awakening a sense of pride he isn't sure where it's coming from.
"I just want food," he pleads, voice raspy from lack of use. If he knew how to give back the soulβfor that's what it was, the dragon's very soulβhe would, but he doesn't and now she's going to kill him. Weak, he feels and looks it, his legs wobbling beneath him. "Please."
A heavy and sharp object rests against his chest. Martin desperately digs into his robes, hooking a finger beneath a thick golden chain. What comes into view is a diamond-shaped amulet, its centerpiece, a red ruby, once breath-taking. But it's shattered and burnt, the metal bent and blackened. He throws it at her feet, taking a step back. "It's yours, I just want..." Food, before I faint, finishes his brain.
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"I just want food," he pleads, voice raspy from lack of use. If he knew how to give back the soulβfor that's what it was, the dragon's very soulβhe would, but he doesn't and now she's going to kill him. Weak, he feels and looks it, his legs wobbling beneath him. "Please."
A heavy and sharp object rests against his chest. Martin desperately digs into his robes, hooking a finger beneath a thick golden chain. What comes into view is a diamond-shaped amulet, its centerpiece, a red ruby, once breath-taking. But it's shattered and burnt, the metal bent and blackened. He throws it at her feet, taking a step back. "It's yours, I just want..." Food, before I faint, finishes his brain.