"The inheritance of bloodline is everlasting, the glory of our ancestors endless. I am the heir to the bloodline of my ancestors, and I shall inherit their glory. Without casting spells, without stealth, I will fight bravely. Our claws are our weapons, our scales our defense…"
After the prayer, the Little Dragon painstakingly packed up his belongings one by one. He then took out various scraps of paper, many of which bore distinct signs of tearing as if they had been haphazardly ripped from a notice board.
"The Sorcerer Alliance is offering a hefty reward for any information on the Arcane Magician Grey, depending on the significance of the information," read the Little Dragon in a monotonous voice before explaining, "I overheard some mercenaries chatting that this Grey is a powerful Mage with the ability to discern the truth. Can she really determine what is true?"
