In which a handsome scoundrel who makes you think it must be that thing called love answers all most of your questions.
Wait, where are you going? I'm only joking, get back here! I'm Legault, formerly of the Black Fang. I don't stay in one place for very long, but of course I'll be happy to answer your questions so long as they don't put me in mortal peril. Can't have that, of course.
[ask is now open!]My oh my, is there a wager on my answer here?
Well, if you insist. He’s a handsome fellow with an honest face who packs a mean punch. A bit twitchy, but if he likes you he’ll have your back for as long as he can hold a lance.
He’s not much fun to share a bedroll (or even a tent) with, though. It’s hard for a fellow to sleep when his bedmate tosses, turns, and gets up in the middle of the night to go sleep next to his wyvern.
Hm? Oh, no, not sharing a bedroll like that (not that it’d be any sort of hardship). Just for warmth in the more frosty parts of the war.
Depends on who this old friend is and how well we got on.
Generally speaking it’ll cost you quite a bit more than just a large sum of gold. Old friends tend not to take it well if you sell their secrets for measly sums, hm? Saying that my loyalty isn’t for sale would be an obvious lie, of course. My pay did go up a bit when I left the Fang for the ragtag army of a trio of Lycian lordlings.
You again? What’s this, couldn’t stay away after you badgered me for a picture? Sorry, I’m not much into blocky little metal men. Try Matthew, he’s the one with the eye for shiny things. Polish you up a little and he might like to keep you, hm? Might be easier to squirrel you away in pieces, though…
I’m joking, of course. Robots or dinosaurs? I can’t say I know what a robot is, but if a dinosaur’s much like a dragon I suppose I’d prefer them. Better a danger you know than one you don’t.
Seems like I didn’t need to be in such a hurry to the coop after all.
Being that there aren’t any urgent messages from my contacts to deal with, I have some time on my hands. I’ll be happy to answer anything you’d like to ask me. Of course, a fellow does need to keep a few secrets, hm?
Oh, demanding a portrait before allowing me access to the pigeon coop, are we? What an odd fellow.
Blockheaded metal men aside that pretty barmaid in the last town insisted on drawing me just once. She certainly had an active imagination. It’s not a bad likeness, though; I made sure to take it with me just in case. No sense in letting a beauty like that get caught with my picture.
