The Green Knight
In the early morning, Linden Arbor had arrived in Weston on a black steed wearing black armor and bearing the green and gold banner of the House of Arbor. He had settled in at the local alehouse for a short rest before advancing to the castle. Rumors of the arrival of the dragon swordmaster had travelled quickly throughout the small principality of Weston. Members of the Guard would soon confirm the rumors as they quaffed pints of ale at The Unicorn's Arse.
The Green Knight sat rapt at the end of a long table. The story being told by the men of the Westonian guard intrigued him. The Captain of the Guard spoke of Lady Cynara's prowess wielding her dragon blade. "She battled the ten of us, turn by turn, until she fell exhausted from defending the constant parries and thrusts. She sleeps in the palace now, resting up for the evening feast."
Linden Arbor had never seen a dragon in its natural form. His curiosity drew him to the palace earlier than he had planned. Finding her quarters, he crept silently into her bedchamber and peeled away the curtains. There, lying peacefully on the down-filled mattress, he found a remarkably pleasing creature. She was warm to the touch and, despite her appearance, totally lacking in scales. As he gently stroked her short snout, she let out a low moan and rolled over, turning her face away from him. He smiled and slowly backed away. As the bedcurtains closed, they snagged a small leaf from the Green Knight's waistcoat.
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