"True. I'll admit you got the job done. No finesse and style. But done none the less." Mikal shifted, a piece of bark digging into his back. He thought of the Drakilian Rangers that had special training on stealth and taking a target. They moved like ghosts, unseen and unheard until it was too late for you to do anything to stop it. As Prince Mikal had many different aspects of training and Rangers was no exception, and under Field Marshal Danes' expert instruction so he knew a good job when he saw one. They made kidnapping and assassination an art. Their dragons were on the smaller scale of wyverns. Maximizing speed and maneuverability for their craft.
"My people all have two names. But you, you can call me Clover. Not that the name means anything to you, does it? Or are you asking so you will know who to beg to, later?"
"I forgot your names are confusing." Mikal shook his head. "Times like these I miss Gladios' simple name. Easy to remember." Drakets kept one name unlike their traitorous brethren. "And there's only one time I'd beg someone for something, and I don't see a bed anywhere around here. Unless you're holding out on me. Got a nice bedding we can tumble into hidden somewhere?" It was a tact, fluster the enemy. He's never had to actually use it on someone though so it'll be interesting to see if his jab worked.
"So," she said. "Does the crown prince have a name?"
"You don't know the prince's name? How out of the loop are you? I thought every pretty girl knew my name." Mikal smirked, this was becoming fun, seeing how much he could tease her. His family's name was well know. Everyone knew the names of the royal family. Especially the bachelor prince to all the hopefuls who wanted to marry into royalty. Another reason his father was careful he didn't spend too much time in town, not that Mikal actually knew that reason. "The name is Mikal. Don't forget it." He shot her a wink across the campfire though he wasn't sure she could see it through the shadows or not.
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