“Good nightfall to you, young sirs,” Hisaran, Head Mentor of emerging Dragon Souls, greets the two when he passes. Hisaran is of medium height—only a bit taller than Jalkor—but carries himself with such confidence and authority, he seems larger. The other three Dragon Hosts nod a greeting as they stride past to the village proper.
“Good nightfall,” Jalkor and Thol reply in unison. Each one tugs at the hair over his forehead in respect. Only after the foursome passes do they realize their charges are scattered about the field. They gather their milk goats and hurry them toward pens. It is late. Nextday will be busy and they must get abed.
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