We had claimed the Eye, and as we made our way back to the Master's mansion, I spoke to the little dragon.
I asked him if he could teach me some of his skills.
During our encounter with the undead, I felt useless. None of my shots hit their mark. Even worse, the one time I did manage to hit one of the bastards, it didn't even seem to phase it.
All it took was one swipe, and I was brought to my knees.
The little dragon stood firm during that fight. He was even courageous enough to approach the tree that I had set on fire, just to check one more time.
I had had military training, as all in Dogdor would. But I never cared much for it, spending all of my time refining my stonecarving craft.
Not that I could blame myself, I never came here to become a fighter, I just wanted to learn more about magic from the Master. Why am I going through with her request anyway?
No, I know why. I just don't know if I am able to.