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(Not my best intro post, but I am sick and need to focus on finals so this was the best I could do)

Zabel was so happy today. Normally, he would work the whole time, but Vrax would tan his hide if he did not celebrate and have fun every so often. And the Festival of Crowning was one of the greatest festivals of all times. Still, Zabel should probably keep an eye out. After all, more then a few people had put a bounty on his head, and many people would likely want to collect it. Well, people who believed they actually had a chance of success. Many mercs and bounty hunters were smart enough not to come after him, but stupid people could still be dangerous.

Pipap flew onto his head. "You know, I gotta say its pretty ironic, calling you the young Dragon when you are actually older then most humans. How old are you again, like sixty?"

Pipap was a young beast dragon he had been chosen to squire. He was a crafty fun loving sort, but his heart was in the right place and his magic strong. Also a bit pestering at times, but he was young. He would learn. Dragons age slowly, but they also mature slowly. Which is probably why Dragons learn to be so patient. How else could they put up with their young?

"Yeah yeah. Well, that is still pretty young for dragons" Zabel mentioned. A Dragon's total lifespan is hard to predict, but some believe they can live well over one thousand years old. Zabel took some food, and continued enjoying the music and dancing. "Unfortunately, it seems like we may be interrupted".

"So you noticed then the assassin tailing us?" Pipap replied. "For a moment I thought you were getting soft".

Zabel scoffed. "Keep dreaming, hatchling".

"So what are we going to do about it?"

"I say, let the festival keep going! And deal with him when he finally decides to strike" Zabel told him, as they continued to enjoy the music. Of course they had no idea just what they were about to get into today.