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"Zainro... I like Zain. Zain it is!" The swordsman was slightly surprised at how she said his name but then, for a second decided it was slightly better then Jeffery. It was then she looked into his eyes. "Zain, as my new pet and guard, you have to promise that you'd lay your life down for me. That no matter what happens, I am your first priority... And if you don't, I'll have to get rid of you. I have chosen you, out of thousands, out of millions, of people. Be grateful."

Zianro heaved a heavy sigh. This promise he had to make sealed his possibly permanent job and residence of country. That meant no more wandering, no more high adventuring...well, she was a fighter and her empire was huge, so maybe not. So he placed his fist over his heart. "I, by my family name, do swear to follow the promise to the letter." he said, in a standard oath of allegiance. No choice, it was tradition, plus it'd help him understand her more.

She turned her attention back to him by asking the questions of how he ended up in the dungeon and if he had any family. Was it a trick to get him to endanger his father and sisters? No, he didn't think that. "I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or if Fate is cruel, the wrong place, at the right time. Some of your guards was capturing spies from Orina and I got caught in the mix because I was passing through the area. I simply just wander the world now, cost of being a hero." he shrugged, "I do have family in Valsir, my father, my six elder sisters. Probably by now a niece or nephew by my eldest sister. It's been awhile since I wrote to them. I assume my letters get lost in the business of the Inn, Azure Tankard."

They stopped at a room and Madam Hekabe indicated that it would be his quarters. He sighed and walked in, he had a long day and simply wanted to sleep.

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The Next day began with a scream from the torture chambers, it was so loud it stirred Zianro from his slumber. The young Valsirian woke rubbing his head and looked around, half asleep, thinking he was back home in a busy tavern, only to find Draconil laying across the table. He fully woke himself up and got up. He would have began his day by cleaning himself up, but he had no idea where the bathing areas were, or even what kind of bathing customs there are in Zankor! He felt like a very unprepared tourist. So he simply put back on his shirt, and picked up his sword and uttered a small prayer to his ancestors to bless his day.

Sheathing his sword he then walked outside the quarters. He looked around as he decided to look around the castle, he felt his stomach rumble as an indication he needed food.