The group traveled the winding road away from Thalren's harbor, the distant sound of gulls giving way to the rustle of wind through the coastal grasses. Sir Albrecht walked beside Lord Commander Kael Draven, their respective escorts keeping a measured distance behind.
For a time, Kael studied the Threshian knight in silence before speaking. "I have heard stories of you, Sword Saint. They say you felled a dragonborn in the southern marshes of Threshia."
Albrecht's mouth curved faintly. "A tale told too many times. It was not I who felled the beast, but the combined strength of my order. Still, men prefer a single name for their legends."
Kael chuckled under his breath. "So the tales of heroes are alike in every land. Here in Akeria, the people still tell stories of emperor Varian's youth, back when he was but a second prince who drank and gambled as though life were a game."
Albrecht raised an eyebrow. "And yet that same man now rules one of the greatest empires in the East."
