[A; park; morning]
[When one had seen as many battlefields as Lancer had, one tended to notice the more subtle indications of oncoming disaster. Like the tone of unease to the voices of those that had been in Mayfield longer than he had; those that knew the kinds of things the town was capable of
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You looking for something, kid?
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I wanted to see how much skill you have.
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Cormag. Yourself?
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[And he just kept right on smirking.]
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So you're pretty good with those...?
[Maybe he'll feign ignorance.]
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I can't say I am. I'm missing an important partner.
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Oh? A friend of yours?
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Genarog. He's my wyvern. [Damn, he's really starting to miss the beast.]
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[Dammit, he just kept running into things he simply didn't know a thing about.]
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Large reptile, wings... flies. I ride on his back. [He's incredibly articulate, don't you know.]
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You mean something like a dragon? How is riding one of those even possible?
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Lots of practice. It took me three years for him to even let me on his back. He'd throw me off, jerking his head.
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