Humans? #19

“Humans?” Deron, exclaimed in shock, “Not cursed Evolu?” Hand on his sword, he glares to you with an intensity that could melt a mountain. “Are you absolutely sure.”
Oh, he’s definitely looking for a fight.
“Positive, sir,” you reply respectfully.
Combing his fingers through his long black beard, Deron grunts, “Just my luck.”
You all follow with a quiet sigh of relief.
“Which makes Toma’s offer something I should consider,” adds the Captain.
“Father?” asks Dagan, confused.
Walking to the opposite side of his desk, Deron plops down in a chair. You can’t help but admire the workmanship. It’s shaped like a sleeping dragon, resting, the arms of the chair made from the folding wings.
“I was a bit…rash,” he admits. There is a short pause and then he waves away the looks of his son. “Do not concern yourself, boy. My heart is glad that you are safe and alive. Toma is no friend, to be sure, but I have to mend some fences after the accusations I made. He’s…invited me to drink with him tonight.” He looks up at you with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, “I suppose I should accept after all.”
“If I may, father,” asks Dagan, “escort these good people back to The Three Swords? I am sure they are tired after their long journey.”
“Of course…of course!” Deron booms, then he stands. His smile is uncommonly warm. He looks to each of you, leaning heavily upon the desk. “You are welcome in my camp, young humans, …and you have my personal gratitude, for the life of my son.”
You turn to leave, when Deron adds, “If you ever require a favor…”
If you go to The Three Swords, go to page #20
“I think we should find this Captain Toma and inform him about Gunther and Keelan.” Go to page #95