"Lizard... mount... waaagh... where?"
Rolan raised his hand, pointing towards a distant area of the camp surrounded by a group of younglings.
"Right over there. Three lizard cubs, reportedly with very good aptitude and talent."
"Rolan, aren't you going to tame one?"
Steelblade turned and took a step, but then his stride suddenly halted.
Steelblade turned his head back, looking at Rolan with some surprise.
"No. When I come of age, I will just like Mentor, and tame an abyss dragon."
Following in Orion's footsteps, chasing Orion's shadow—this was Rolan's goal, his conviction.
Steelblade stood stunned for a moment, thought for a while, then retracted his steps.
"I also want to tame an abyss dragon as my own mount."
"A giant's mount should be an abyss dragon!"
Rolan smiled but didn't speak. He and Steelblade watched the younglings in the distance who were already attempting to tame the lizards.
...
It wasn't just the barracks; both the inner and outer city were reveling.
