07-05-2010, 03:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-05-2010, 03:21 PM by Crimson Fox.)
The spearswoman grunted lightly, hoping she would get some information out of the dragon, but based on his attire, the fight with the monsters, and his very being, her prisoner was likely unrelated with her current problems. She brought back the point of her weapon and told him, "You wished to see your assailant? You may. I'm Freya Crescent, Dragoon of Brumecia. Now honor me, and tell me who are and where you come from."
The Goblin stepped a little closer to the two and looked up to Lurea, smiling happily. He then showed off his sturdy shovel which had a clump of dirt on the spade. A slightly frazzled, pink flower was springing up from the earth mound. "T-Take," he uttered in rough, barely understandable English.
"Aw, that's cute, he's trying to give you a gift, Lurrie." Crimson chuckled at the Goblin's efforts, while waiting to see what the dragoness would do.
The Goblin stepped a little closer to the two and looked up to Lurea, smiling happily. He then showed off his sturdy shovel which had a clump of dirt on the spade. A slightly frazzled, pink flower was springing up from the earth mound. "T-Take," he uttered in rough, barely understandable English.
"Aw, that's cute, he's trying to give you a gift, Lurrie." Crimson chuckled at the Goblin's efforts, while waiting to see what the dragoness would do.
