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The Knight felt as if he should be experiencing some kind of confusion. The Dragon clearly thought that was so, twisting around and saying things that were counter to what Lucian was wanting. With a forked tongue the Dragon twisted his way around Lucian’s request and placed he himself on the stage asking what he truly wanted.
In the past he would have been confuddled. Driven to confusion by sweet talkers just like he. Indeed one of them, the peasant of a Vampire, caused him to lash out against a people who the gods agreed was not his target. In doing so, the Knight had started a damned rivalry with a deity of the open seas.
Yet today, as divine fury flowed through his flesh and the rune that sat on his chest itched with anger at an arrogant dragon, he felt differently.
“You can call me a fool or a naive immortal.” Declared the Grail Knight as he raised his hand into the air, “But I do not care about what you say about change. I was born a Peasant, the lowest servant of the Lady who was but fodder for the Knights, our betters, who ruled us. I lost my family, marched forward into the onslaught of Orks, and through the slaying of their Kin became a Knight!”
The arrogance of the creature was coming to the fore, the mighty being growing a smile as it watched Lucian speak in full anger.
“In my travels I have seen and been privy to the trials and terrors of men. I myself have been a fool at times, doing what the Gods did not agree with and punished.” Lucian continued knowing that his words were truth, “But I have seen those terrors that are beyond. At home I stood against those hordes of Greenskin they rampaged above ground all while those Skaven schemed underneath the earth. I have fought through the mountains full of Necromancers, Skaven, and Goblins who seeked nothing more than spill out of the mountains onto the lowlands of Bretonnia!”
Lucian brought down his fist as he shouted, “Here in Albion I have fought and killed the monster Grimidal who murdered my Royarch who I have will never meet! I avenged him because it was the right thing to do, and I avenged him for those who are still alive! It is the damned right thing to do and it doesn’t matter if my blood is different from my Countryman! We are Bretonnia, and I will challenge Nagash and Chaos wherever it is!”
At the end of his speech Lucian could see the Dragon give him a small smile. It was a smile full of teeth with a primordial thought that could not be comprehended by the mind of the Knight who stood before him propositioning a request for alliance.
Yet it was still a smile.
