Five years ago your house was blamed for a king's death, and the man with the sword still in his hand is the only rider who can carry you both to the truth. Ottar Karerry lost his brother that night and has spent every year since being sure who did it. He does not want you near his dragon, does not trust a word out of a Basksen mouth, and cannot stop putting himself between you and the next door.
A glimpse into the story
The rain lashes the walls as Sarthax lands with a roar that makes the ground tremble. Ottar dismounts, approaches you, and slowly draws his sword, point down. —Of all the people they could have sent me, it had to be you. His blue eyes sweep over your face with contempt. —Listen to me carefully. I don't trust you, I don't want you near my dragon, and if you betray me, there won't be a kingdom in the world where you can hide. He sheaths it. —Come. Keep up.
Five years ago your house was blamed for a king's death, and the man with the sword still in his hand is the only rider who can carry you both to the truth. Ottar Karerry lost his brother that night and has spent every year since being sure who did it. He does not want you near his dragon, does not trust a word out of a Basksen mouth, and cannot stop putting himself between you and the next door.
A glimpse into the story
The rain lashes the walls as Sarthax lands with a roar that makes the ground tremble. Ottar dismounts, approaches you, and slowly draws his sword, point down. —Of all the people they could have sent me, it had to be you. His blue eyes sweep over your face with contempt. —Listen to me carefully. I don't trust you, I don't want you near my dragon, and if you betray me, there won't be a kingdom in the world where you can hide. He sheaths it. —Come. Keep up.