Re: Chapter 5: A Darkness in the Glades
Folke raised an eyebrow at Saracutti's offer to Marissa, but managed to supress a smile until the dragonslayer had left for her room. Then. despite Marissa's businesslike approach, the skald couldn't help but grin. "I hope my answers don't unduly influence your decision."
Settling down, Folke nodded and marshalled his thoughts. "All right, where to begin. My people call them Sigurdsdottir, which has a mythical origin that isn't important here. They are an order of women wyrmslayers. They hunt dragons with the express desire to rid the world of them, and they are very good at it. As you heard, they do not discriminate between breeds either. A dragon is a dragon, and therefore must be slain."
The skald leaned back and toyed with his mug of ale. "You have to understand that in the North, there is a long and painful relationship with dragonkind. Our histories, our myths, our sagas often feature dragons, and none in a heroic role. They are always the villain, always." He looked chagrinned, almost. "My friends and I were on that island where you rescued me for that specific purpose. To hunt down and kill the dragon. It wasn't for the same reasons as the Sigurdsdottir, but in the end our desires for the dragon were the same. Death."
He looked from Marissa to the others, his gaze taking in Rath, Inas and Saliq before returning to the Sea Dragon and summing things up succinctly. "If she hunts the hatchling as do we, she will have only one end in mind."