Realizations

Dear Father,
 
I began this enterprise, with the hopes of spreading my prestige unto the world through keen and heroic acts, turns out I’ve been destined to slide under the worlds belly and come out with my life, if I’m lucky. I’ve added the wanted poster some well-to-do hatched up. This pursuit of dragons has turned into a pursuit of scummy humans who think they’re more than they claim to be. I am still with the same strange machine, kobold and dog man, there’s a witch with a pet black hatching….yes I no longer need to search for dragons, I’m walking alongside one.
This armor I wear is growing less and less pridesome each day, not because of the kobolds, but because it reminds me of the hidden scum I keep finding. If I make it to my next birthday I’ll be surprised. There’s so many cutthroats and angry maniacs out there….but maybe this is all a test….ill crawl my way under the belly of this beast I’m pursuing….and rise to behead it. My thoughts are increasingly dark, but I remember what you taught me. I will persevere with the family honor intact.
 
Your son, Zachary