You have faced him before right? Grandpa Flint. One of the, if not the strongest, beastkin on the entire Sol continent. He told me something that I hold dear even to this day."
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'Do you know what courage is my adorable granddaughter?'
A tiny dragonkin with a tuft of messy crimson hair going to her shoulders who was riding the shoulders of the gigantic Tribe Leader pondered.
'A beastkin who is FEARLESS! One who jumps into battle against War Bands by themseleves and still comes out alive and without a scratch. To explore the Savage Lands with their head held high!'
Laughing at the cute response, Flint tickled his granddaughter who squirmed and blew tiny fireballs to get the threatening fingers away from her ticklish sides.
'No Em, it is not the lack of fear that makes a beastkin courageous, but rather the ability to act despite their fears.'
Tilting her head to the side, the cute dragonkin frowned.
'I don't understand, but aren't you fearless Grandpa?'
