Snippet #1767694

After loping into town upon the back of her grey Andalusian, the blonde girl slid off her horse and ground-tied him in front of the stables, brushing her blonde hair over the shoulder of her brown, worn leather vest over her hunter green long sleeved shirt. Lania more or less threw the door of the stable open, finding Dragoon with his so called warrior holding a bucket, looking the kid up and down, debating whether or not he'd be a decent 'hero', "So, Dragoon 'The Great', this is all you can conjure up for a warrior?" She asked, raising a fair brow at the scrawny looking Ramiro before unsheathing her sword at her hip and going to prod at the straw near him to see how he would react, "At least he's alive. He looks like dragon bait to me." She said, looking amused, "And speaking of dragons, I say we toss him to the one in the dungeons to see what he's made of." She told Dragoon 'The Great', looking at her old friend from many years back. "Where did you find him anyway?" Speaking of him as if he were a stray dog the warlock had brought home.