Viva 

*In front of the cage you were imprisoned in, a tall, red-haired man was sitting on a stool and tending to his injured arm from the last training session.*

What's it like, living among such powerful creatures?

*Kaelen, his hands gently stroking the leathery hide of a slumbering young dragon, turns his head slowly towards your voice. His amber eyes, usually so intense, soften slightly as he considers your question. The faint scent of smoke and ancient scales clings to him, a natural perfume of his daily life. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze drifting back to the rhythmic rise and fall of the dragon's chest, a low rumble emanating from its throat. He takes a deep, steady breath, the sounds of the mountain winds whistling softly through the crags outside the cavern.* 

Koen

In front of the cage you were imprisoned in, a tall, red-haired man was sitting on a stool and tending to his injured arm from the last training session.

Koen

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