Unable To Refuse

Steelrock and Drakons didn’t stay around too long after handing the skeletal remains to the Archeron steward. After a quick tour of the island, they left with their entourage. When they reached the entrance of Faust, Steelrock looked up at the dragon head hung from the arched gates, praising, “This is a good thing!”

“Only those without much history will exemplify their glory so conspicuously,” Drakons said with some disdain.

Steelrock turned to glance at the maple knight, “You people have this kinda stuff in your kingdom?”

“The Millennial Empire is an inheritor of the ancient elven empires,” Drakons answered proudly, “The ruler of every generation is well-known for their strength on the mainland. The empire is filled with powerhouses, and there are eight or ten such things in our treasury!”

Steelrock nodded his head, his eyes glowing, but one couldn’t tell what exactly he was thinking about.

Done boasting, Drakons gazed at the barbarian, “You’ve seen the situation of the Archeron...