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“I guess I could show you some techniques. It would prove better to know our men knew the finer points of the art. After all how can we know our princess is safe if a washed up dragon hunter managed to beat him.” He said with a smirk. “Even if his honor does rival the heavens.” He sheathed his blade. “Get some sleep you’ll need to be ready before dinner in six hours.”



The Gnome watched. “Well… by my calculations at your age and race combined with the racial prejudices and xenophobia would make it pretty high. As most bipedal evolved primates tend to rely on others of their same low level of evolution thus they wish to protect their good offspring from foreign influence while the rotten ones are often left with who ever is willing to train them. Thus your probability was high for if a elf trains a human the directive answer to the equation of probability is seventy nine and a quarter percent. Well I’m off to my vent…” The gnome said before slipping back in to the crawl space.