Recieving her drink with a note Serena's interest was piqued to say the least. She opened up the note to read 'I'm sure you can guess who wrote this, I'd like to apologize and try to make it up to you. Meet me at the lake as soon as you get this, please.'
"That perverted dragon... I have nothing better to do..." she mutters, paying her tab for the singular drink and heading to the lake just north of the village.
"I see I didn't get stood up, kinda expected you would, and rightfully so..." Iskandor says, seeing Serena walk over to beneath the tree.
"If you are seeking atonement this is far from enough, but a good start..." Serena replies.
"Hungry? I got Lar to make your usual as well as my own and some drinks."
"Yup, thanks. Juniper berry mead?"
"Yup, served with a cinnamon stick, an odd yet perfect combination." Iskandor confirms, passing the food and drink to the beautiful young lady.
"Stalker..."
"Guilty as charged... but then again, if I wasn't a stalker, or rather ex-stalker as I'm trying to change, I wouldn't know your favorite flower is the serene grace. Quite a fitting flower if I must say so myself." Iskandor says, passing a flower with a long stem with petals that are blue with a tinge of red at the tips and yellow spots.
"Idiot..."
"I'm an idiot for wasting my time on the stalking, right?"
"That and thinking you have a chance with me..." she sighs.
"As of now I'm just trying to remedy any ill will between us... And at the very least my draconic ancestory could be an intimidation for any other unworthy idiots vying for your affection..."
"If you gather some mythril for a bracelet I may forgive you completely..." she mutters while finishing her food.
"The chain broke on the last one right? How did that happen if I may ask, mythril is a strong metal, stronger than steel..."
"Yeah, don't worry about it, getting the mythril is a fool's errand, I heard the mine was overrun with giant spiders..." she responds with a shudder.
"I'll clear the mine by the morning and bring you a bracelet forged by myself no later than noon with an extra gift if I gather enough." Iskandor states confidently.
"Dumbass, even with the best equipment in town theres a slim chance you'd survive."
"Who said anything about pre-existing equipment?"
"Don't tell me you learned to forge in a few days."
"I didn't, I learned in a few hours and helped the other savants by gifting them knowledge of new inventions to make their professions easier..."
"How do you expect me to believe that?"
"Ask Mason to show you what I showed him when you get a chance, it's the most impressive thing I made, although what I made for Maple is much less impressive but just as important..."
"Fine, assuming what you say is true what can you say about your combat abilities?"
"Rusty but effective." Iskandor says truthfully. LARPing really is a worthwhile hobby he thought. "What about you? I'm curious to see if you have any skill."
"Maybe another time, if you live. Thanks for the grub, I shall take my leave." She replies, walking back to the village.
'Jarvis, what do I earn from doing this?'
*increased relations with Serena, mythril, positive rep with the town, and mythril wares may be sold here if you have the coin.*
As Iskandor walks towards the village he could see the cliche damsel in distress, a boar charging at Serena.
"Damn, suprised she can run that fast..." he mutters while breaking a branch off a tree and making a spear within seconds to throw at the boar.
"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" the boar squeals, makeshift spear sticking out of its ass. The boar halts it's charge, pissed at Iskandor and resumes the charge faster than before.
"I have to time this right... NOW!" he says, jumping and rolling across the boar's back, grabbing the spear and giving it another throw, killing the boar.
"Rusty my ass! That boar has been a thorn in our side for years! Why didn't you deal with it sooner?"
"I apparently don't have an accurate scope of my strength... That may not have been my first time throwing a spear but it may as well have been... I'm much better with swords..."
"Well thanks for saving me, perhaps I underestimated you too much..." she replies.
"It's nothing, you any good at cooking? If so I humbly ask to try your cooking, this boar should last a few weeks based on the average human consumption rate, then again I'm a dragonborn so I may put a big dent in the supply..."
"Fine, I'll make you Lunch tomorrow."
"Thanks, I'll bring the boar back to your place." Iskandor tells her, hoping for some small talk, suprised at how well he has been doing thus far.
"Since you know more about me than you should all things considering, what about you isn't too well known?" She asks.
"As you just saw I'm even better at combat than I thought, I'm smart as implied with helping the Savants. Family I know nothing about save for Lar, my sister. Although I have suspicions we aren't related by blood..."
"Where did you get your combat training? I don't recall seeing you train nor do I recall seeing any practice dummies outside your house."
"I trained myself in the forest, I tried not to take lives as to not interfere with the ecosystem, I guess one could say I share traits with druids. I took what I needed and redirected a few boars and stuff, nothing too crazy."
"Dumbass... you could've died or gotten hurt... not that I care or anything..." she states, giving all the signs of a typical tsundere.
"Where do you want me to put the boar now that we're at your place?" Iskandor asks.
"Just put it by the door, it's cold enough to stay good for a little bit."
"Well, I'll be off then, see you tomorrow."