Master Of None

Seeing the many dragonkin split off, Walker began to understand the difference in their attire. Some had hammers that could be either used for battle or forging. It was set so that they could battle when needed but also create what the village desired. Those that were heading toward the mage tower to understand runes seemed to have staffs with spikes on them. They could use them to cast magical spells giving their weapon the darkness elemental effects.

The differences were that they would use magic to influence their strength. It was different from how other races use them in unique ways. The dragons were more focused on strengthening themselves. Their warriors would also focus solely on the battle skills they had than attempting to mix in magic. This made the demi-human warriors focus on them greatly. There would surely be a few dragonkin warriors dragged toward the coliseum that was still being built.

"I hope you forgive me, but the only dragon hatchlings we had to bring were these three. They didn't have the same strength as their siblings in the same nests. Therefore, they will have a better chance here. Even my village has the runts of the litter." Mordant motioned toward three dragon hatchlings sleeping soundly in the arms of three dragonkin warriors. "I had some of my best warriors carry them the entire way. I refuse to let harm anywhere near them." The weight behind his last words made even his own warriors shake a little. The hatchlings seemed to stir slightly before Mordant relaxed again.

"They will have the same protection here. Do you think my champion would allow a single scale to get scratched? I can't say they won't choose to scratch them though. They could be the next great dragon battle fiends, flight teachers, rune genius, they might even become a guild master." Walker didn't let anything tie these hatchlings down. The dragons had always had such a set way of life. Their traditions had limited them and they were going to learn it in Genesis. Mordant was even having trouble responding hearing that Walker would allow the hatchlings to do any of the things there.

"And if they desire to leave?" Mordant did not want to see a darkness dragon become a rogue dragon. He would not forgive Walker if this was the case.

"They could become adventurers if they desire. They can go anywhere in the world. They will have the guidance to make that decision. If you meant that they would become rogue dragons, then you are mistaken." Walker held his head higher, "They will get the guidance to make proper, educated, choices. If they leave it will be with the ability to think for themselves without worry that they will lose their sanity." Walker didn't budge an inch. He looked at Mordant directly in the eyes. The two weren't just looking at each other, they were staring in to their very cores to see if the other would falter.

"Please keep moving. These hatchlings deserve to have their identification tags made sooner than later with a clean bill of health." There was a tough interruption from the very man that had helped Walker with the heavenly serpent egg. He was not going to delay this any longer. The hatchlings were asleep but deserved all the attention. Making statements or points against each other was worth nothing here.

"We may be the childish ones here today. How odd." Morant had not been this way in front of his dragonkin warriors. Luckily, he had been just in front of three that would not dare to go against him for showing any form of weakness.

"It happens to the best of us. Do you expect to be perfect already? How would you grow stronger without a fault or two?" Walker made it spin in to a positive light. This was another quirk that Mordant appreciated from Walker. Not many dragons would be able to react in such a way. They would instead pursue the show of strength so that they would be able to stand above the other. Walker had even witnessed this in the royal courts when Ignus and Terron had argued back and forth.

The walk was silent until they reached the shop that had been set up with all the eggs for the tamers. Walker and Mordant had not done so out of anger, but appreciation for what their own flaws were along with how they may fix them. It was important to think about with full focus. "As you can see, we had some expansions. I even brought in an old acquaintance. He is known as the bestiary scribe." Walker looked at the shorter man sitting at a comfortable looking table and chair. They were made specifically for him to spend hours writing in.

"Hmm, darkness dragon. Considered ancient. Partial understanding of pure darkness elemental mana. Strong bond with descendants. An optimal age for forming a partnership. Small amount of pure dragon bloodline but focus on darkness dragon bloodline." The man rattled off a few more facts but Mordant was already impressed.

"Talking to people is not a strong suit, every creature on this planet that he had met has been recorded in his books. He records everything his eyes see but that comes with the drawback that he isn't able to learn other skills. He is a bestiary scribe, he sees everything and records it. He found a very good home in the tamer's guild when he was a boy. He is solely responsible for more than half of the records in the entire guild."

"Of course I am, kids lack good eyes. You, you have them too. Part human, part dragon, small amounts of…an odd blood. But you took the bloodline through bonds. Blinds with a nature spirit influencing your being. Hard to describe. High elemental affinity. High potential for growth. Young, but long life expectancy." The man began to ramble on and on while recording. Walker heard a few more things about nature and mana. But a few things that caught his attention were his skills. This man could see his skills!

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