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Drakon’s ‘men’ acted first, spinning around their plate mail clanking as they drew swords. Drakon too spun around to find himself staring at a child. He had to blink a few times to be sure he wasn’t imaging it. Standing there was a small child who appeared around ten, she stood quite short with blue hair.

“Come on you four, I poured more than enough magic in you to know a real threat. Blades away, tis but a child,” Drakon hissed. He had no problem killing a full grown man or woman, but children were off limits.

The four slid their blades back into their sheaths before straightening up and standing like statues.

“I apologize for my companions… dedication. They prefer to hurt people first and… well actually they don’t ever ask questions,” Drakon said with a chuckle.

“Now then, where are your parents young one… Why are dressed in that, child?” Drakon asked curiously, he had taken notice that the small blue haired child was dressed in a strait jacket, “and aren’t you a little young to be adventuring, or wearing a strait jacket for that matter?”

This had Drakon stumped. Here was a child with blue hair dressed in a strait jacket. The colored hair was an oddity as far as he knew. He hadn’t heard about children needing to be locked up in mad houses which were numbered few and far in-between. That and as far as he knew this area had no place to keep such… oddities. Some places let the mad run free; others put them to death, a sort of mercy killing.