Chapter 2

Author's Note: In case I have some new readers here, I tend to take weekends off from posting, as this story is entirely written already. But, with it being Christmas and the weekend, I wish you all a wonderful holiday and lots of joy. :)

It had been a long week full of strenuous labor during the absurdly hot days and sitting in a dark cell in the Hold at night, waiting and watching a creature that looked back. For a solid week, he had just sat there, watching the way the dragon's deep crimson eyes would follow each and every move he made, how every time he made to leave, the dragon would threaten to blow its flame just to get him to move faster. He had yet to find an answer as to why he felt that this dragon was different, but that hadn't deterred him from trying to figure it out.

With it being the seventh consecutive night of riding to the Hold, Daiki had taken the day off from working in the dragon stables to catch up on some sleep. It had been tough to rest inside the barracks, as it was so hot that he simply laid atop his blankets, but in the end, his exhaustion had won and taken him under for several hours. It helped a great deal to clear the fog from his mind, and as he rode his horse through the darkening skies and cooling air, he was steeling his nerves in preparation for another night of just sitting and watching.

As he approached the Hold, he slowed the horse to a halt and slid off the saddle just like he had done every night, grasping the reins and walking the steed to the guard while he headed inside. The door to the cell had been replaced four other times during the long week, but every time, the dragon's flames missed him because he knew when to hightail it out of there. He readjust his cloak so that it sit square on his shoulders as he walked down the long, darkened corridor, knowing without having to see which door was his target. He grabbed one of the larger torches as he walked so that he could see better and once he reached the door, he stopped and looked inside.

The cell was quiet, too quiet, but every so often, his ears could hear the soft exhales of the beast inside. However, they seemed off, weak almost, and each time his ears picked up the sound, his stomach started to roll with rising worry.

Furrowing his brows, Daiki turned and headed back down the corridor with the intention of speaking with the remaining guard. He held the torch firm as he opened the door and poked his head out into the night air and didn't even flinch when the guard dog started to growl.

"Hey... What's up with Buddy?" Daiki asked, his brows still furrowed and his voice even.

"Oh... Um, he's been off lately. He hasn't eaten since the first night you were here." The guard answered, rubbing the back of his neck with his available hand.

"What? Why didn't you tell me he isn't eating?" Daiki snapped with instant anger.

"I'm sorry, Sir! I didn't know it was that important! Most dragons don't eat everyday, so I thought it was nothing to worry about!" The guard quickly yammered out.

"You idiot! Bring me a dozen chickens, or so help me, I'll scalp you!" Daiki roared through gritted teeth and eyes so angry that the guard took off without even bothering to find someone to cover the door.

However, Daiki stayed put as he waited, angrily sneering down the corridor at the last door on the left. He hoped the dragon would be alright, in fact, he prayed, as throughout the week he had started to feel less and less on edge when sitting and watching the beast. The dragon's eyes had just begun to relax, but there was still a wild edge to them, almost like a tiger's as they stalked their prey. Even after a year as a caged animal, there was still life in those crimson eyes, had yet to die with the passing of time and that alone was something to add to the growing list that this dragon was different.

The guard finally returned with a woven basket filled with the carcasses of readied chickens, all beheaded and removed of their feathers. He held the torch up to light the corridor and held the door open for the guard as both walked down its length. The closer they came, the more Daiki's ears could hear the labored breathing of the dragon and as they stopped, the guard set the basket down and headed back to his post without so much as a word, or glance at the lieutenant.

Stuck holding a torch, it wasn't easy keeping the door open to drag the basket inside, but making sure to take slow steps and remembering not to rush, he got himself, the torch and the basket inside without making a fool out of himself. He shut the door softly and held the torch up, and with its larger flame he instantly saw the soft metallic glow of the crimson hide, except that this time, there was a dull hue to it.

The dragon was curled into a corner, much like always, and his wings were hanging limp on either side with his tail wrapped around him for something to rest his large head on. His eyes were half lidded and distant, hazy in his apparent delirium as he had trouble focusing on Daiki. The dragon's throat thundered with a deep groan, the type of noise that was not at all threatening, but rather, tired and weak. His health was poor and Daiki knew it.

"Hey, Big Guy... What's wrong, Buddy?" Daiki asked softly as he set the torch into the empty bracket on the wall to dimly light the cell.

The dragon moaned once more as he blinked slow and lazy, his crimson eyes rolling a bit before somewhat focusing in on the Human whom had knelt beside the basket of chickens. He exhaled with a flare in his nostrils as a small amount of smoke drift out, but it wasn't enough for Daiki to be concerned. He was more worried about getting the dragon to eat.

"I heard you haven't been eating. You've gotta eat, Buddy. How else are you gonna keep your strength up?" Daiki asked as if he was expecting an answer, pulling a chicken from the basket and held it up for the dragon to see.

Again, the dragon softly exhaled and looked on, watching with his hazy eyes bouncing between the chicken and Daiki.

"There we go... Here. It's all yours, Buddy. No need to do anything for it." Daiki said.

With a flick of his arm, Daiki flung the chicken towards the dragon, where it landed right in front of his crossed front legs that rested over the end of his tail. The dragon lifted his head and tilted it as he looked at the chicken, eyeballing it as if it would get up and run away. He just stared at it for a moment before looking back at Daiki with a snort.

"It's alright, Buddy. It's just a chicken." Daiki said quietly.

The dragon just shifted his gaze back to the chicken before laying his head back down with another long exhale of heated air, having not even bothered to pay more attention to the offering.

Daiki lightly exhaled as he spent a few minutes to watch the dragon, how his eyes were glassy and was refusing to look at him for longer than a meager second. The cell was quiet as the firelight flickered, dancing its orange light over the cell and with the settled aura to the dragon, and the fact that he was clearly not himself, it afforded Daiki a chance to truly examine the large and solid door that the dragon was leaning up against.

His lips parted as his dark blue eyes set on the worn condition of the wood, how it had long rub marks stretching from one side to another and clawed gouges next to the seam that separated the doors. The dragon had paid an infallible amount of attention to the door, only for it to go no where since it was locked from the outside. Daiki knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the dragon had tried and failed to get free.

"Buddy-" he exhaled, "You've been trying to get out huh." Daiki said, shifting his eyes back to the dragon whose eyes were now watching him and still half lidded and distant.

The dragon just exhaled, but Daiki's eyes, despite the dark swore he had seen his large head softly nod.

"What's going on with you, Buddy? Aren't you hungry?" Daiki asked, lifting another chicken from the basket.

Again, the dragon exhaled and yet again, Daiki's eyes swore he had seen a nod.

His brows furrowing, Daiki slowly reached down to his ankle and unsheathed a small knife, but once it came free and its blade glinted from the fire's light, the dragon's eyes snapped open and he growled as he lifted his head, bearing huge teeth that were all pointed and deadly.

"Whoa!... It's ok, Buddy... It's alright. I'm just gonna carve a piece off the chicken. That's all." Daiki said, setting the knife down on the dirt to show he was meaning no ill intent.

When Daiki pulled his hand away, the dragon's growling ebbed away, but when he reached to pick up the knife once more, the growling returned.

"Alright... I won't pick it up. It's gonna make cooking this thing a bit tricky though." Daiki said, huffing as he examined the whole chicken in his hand.

With a grunt that drew Daiki's attention, the dragon shifted and thunked a long claw down onto the chicken that laid discarded next to him, spearing it through before lifting it to his mouth. His large jaws opened, but instead of consuming the whole thing, like a normal dragon would have, a large front tooth sunk down through the meat and tore off the breast.

Daiki was dumbfounded entirely when the dragon spit the severed breast meat from his mouth, tossing it at his feet where it lay next to the knife. The only thing he could manage to do was stare at it before looking up to meet the dragon's gaze and some distance seemed to return to his crimson eyes as he used a claw from his other front paw to remove the chicken that was very much stuck on his claw.

"Y-You want me to cook this?" Daiki asked, pointing a long finger at the breast laying at his feet.

This time, he wasn't hallucinating, he was really seeing this, but the dragon's large head nodded. It actually, genuinely nodded. Not only was this dragon different, this dragon understood him and the thing that had been hiding behind those deep crimson eyes had been intelligence.

He was still having trouble believing what he was seeing, but he needed to confirm that it wasn't just his lack of sleep that was contributing to it. He needed more to confirm his quickly rising suspicions, so with a deep breath, he continued as if he just accepted it as truth.

"Y-You like cooked meat?" Daiki asked, his mouth agape in disbelief.

Again, he was sure of it. The dragon nodded.

"If that's the case, how long has it been since you've eaten?" Daiki asked with a thick gulp.

Daiki wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but it certainly wasn't what the dragon did. He raised a long claw from his right hand and drove the very tip into the dirt where he started to sweep it through, leaving behind actual and legible writing.

A long time

"Oh my gods-... You're not a wyvren at all... Y-You're intelligent!" Daiki yelped with a gasp, his eyes bouncing from the written words to meet the dragon's gaze.

The dragon nodded.

"Why haven't you told anyone? They certainly would have set you free!" Daiki said, his heart hammering and his breath having trouble staying in his lungs.

The dragon lowered his head and huffed a long blow of air from his lips, smoothing out where he had written before planting his claw and writing a new message.

Long story

Daiki's brows furrowed, "Long story?... Can you talk?"

This time, the dragon shook his head.

Daiki gripped the back of his neck as he blew out a long blow of air, not even sure how to process what was happening. The dragons he was used to were nothing more than livestock, they were animals, but that was clearly not the case with this dragon. He had only ever heard stories, but even those were only meant for children at bedtime. No one had seen, or heard of an intelligent dragon in ages, as they were believed extinct, but how he was sitting in a darkened cell with one and he was the only one who knew.

"Can I pick up the knife so I can cook it for you?" Daiki asked, his eyes softened and calm.

The dragon nodded.

Drawing a breath, Daiki picked up the knife, this time without a growl, and speared the chicken breast before standing and going to the torch in its bracket. He lifted it free and held it below the meat, slowly turning it and charring the skin until it was crisped and the meat was cooked. The cell actually smelt pretty good as Daiki took the meat away from the flames and turned his gaze to the awaiting dragon.

"Can I walk up?" Daiki asked, not wanting to just assume, or risk his own skin as the dragon's next meal.

The dragon nodded.

With a nod of his own, Daiki replaced the torch in the bracket to free up a hand before he grabbed the basket's handle and dragging it closer, still watching the dragon, but somehow feeling at ease as he drew close. The dragon was large, but not so huge as to dwarf him into an ant. He was clearly strong, with wide wings and thick muscle, but in all honesty, the dragon was no larger than four horses placed end to end.

Blowing out the breath he had been holding, Daiki quickly touched the cooked chicken to check if it had cooled somewhat before pulling it off the knife's blade and offering it with an opened hand.

"Open up, Big Guy." Daiki said.

The dragon opened his huge maw, presenting an array of threatening teeth, but there was no growl, or orange glow of an incoming inferno. Daiki tossed the chicken breast inside where the dragon closed his mouth and noticeably swallowed.

"Want me to keep going? Daiki asked.

At the dragon's nod, Daiki speared what remained of the severed chicken and went back for the torch to begin cooking, but it was a pain in the ass having to hold the torch and somehow rotate the meat with one hand. He didn't wish to fumble and drop the meat, as he didn't wish to risk angering the dragon he had come to call Buddy. With no other name, it was all he had, but now, with the realization that the dragon was, in fact, intelligent, it didn't feel like it quite fit.

"So um... I know you might not wanna hold a conversation, but can I ask something?" Daiki asked after awhile, pulling the finished chicken from the flames and tossing them into the dragon's awaiting mouth.

The dragon crunched down once, twice, three times, but on the fourth, he swallowed before nodding.

"I've been calling you Buddy and Big Guy, but that's not your name, is it." Daiki said, somewhat knowing the answer already now that he said his words out loud.

The dragon shook his head as Daiki picked up a new chicken and began cooking it.

"What is it?" Daiki asked.

The dragon exhaled as he raised a claw and wrote into the dirt.

Taiga

"Taiga?... Didn't think I'd get this far honestly. I'm Daiki... Daiki Aomine." He said, attempting to turn the chicken and nearly dropping it in the process.

The dragon lightly huffed and grunted before slamming a claw into the dirt, instantly digging a hole large enough to swallow Daiki's foot whole. Daiki's brows furrowed as the dragon pointed the claw at the torch before aiming it back at the hole and it was in that instant, that he realized what the dragon was telling him.

"Thanks, Taiga." Daiki said as he slipped the torch into the hole where it stood up straight and firm.

With both hands free, it was much easier to cook and in no time, the second chicken was ready. He pulled it off the knife and without even having to say anything, the dragon's mouth was open.

"Bottoms up." Daiki said with a crooked smirk.

He tossed the chicken into the dragon's mouth and while the dragon ate, he picked up another and began to cook it. He was watching the meat sizzle, only hearing the dragon shift around, exhale and grunt, and he wasn't paying the creature much mind until the dragon grunted and huffed on him, blowing a short breath that smelt like sulfur that splayed over the side of his face.

"Hey!... Huh?" Daiki lightly reeled as he saw the dragon point at the dirt.

Why visit me

Daiki opened his mouth to answer, but he found his mind blank. He was quickly realizing that he was still reeling from his discovery, still disbelieving and thinking that this was some weird dream from a wild night at the tavern. It was a fantastical discovery, to find a dragon that wasn't just some big dumb animal, but rather had the mind of a man and somehow, no one else knew, or even suspected it. He never thought something like this would happen, in fact, would have money on it, but that didn't change the fact that he was having a conversation with a dragon.

"You can talk, can't you." Daiki said, meeting Taiga's gaze.

With a soft exhale, Taiga nodded.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. No one, but me, knows what you are." Daiki said quietly as he rotated the meat over the flames.

Taiga drew in a huge breath that he near immediately blew out through his flared nostrils, but with a grunt, all he did was sweep away the writing to scrawl another message.

My voice carries

Daiki nodded, "As if mine doesn't. So far, they probably think I'm talking to myself.

That's fine

"Oi!-"

The moment Taiga bared his teeth and growled, Daiki shut up as Taiga cleared the dirt and scrawled another message.

Shut up

Don't draw attention

Daiki pulled off the chicken and tossed it into Taiga's mouth, "Alright... My bad... Shit."

The only reason you aren't ash is because I'm starving

"That's a hell of a statement to the one making you dinner." Daiki growled as he prepared another chicken.

Don't tempt me

I'm still contemplating it

"Should I stop now and make my escape?" Daiki rolled his eyes as he hovered the raw meat over the torch's fire.

Taiga growled.

Don't push your luck

Daiki shrugged, "Well, aren't you a snarky little bastard."

Taiga's oddly split eyebrow ridges pulled down.

Keep talking and I'll singe your ass just for fun

It's boring in here

"I dare you to try." Daiki grumbled as he cooked.

Taiga's throat rattled with a popping growl, drawing Daiki's attention as he lifted his head and sucked in a huge breath that filled out his chest to the brim. Daiki's eyes went wide as he dropped the chicken and started to back up, knowing full well what a deep breath like that entailed. He had seen many hurt from it and no dragon rider, novice, or veteren, ever faced off with the beasts without being prepared.

With a flare of his nostrils, Taiga's mouth roared open as a fiery plume of flames came shooting out with so much heat that the cell was instantly turned into Hell. The sound was so tremendous that the roar of the dragon's fire reached outside as their white hot light careened into the stone walls, charring and fusing the rock together as if he was smoothing out clay.

Soon, the flames were cut off, leaving behind smoking dirt that had been cooked black and walls that looked as if they were melting. The basket of chicken had been thoroughly cooked and with an amused huff and a twitch in his lip that served as a smirk, he stabbed a chicken with a claw and ate it.

"You're an asshole."

The sudden voice caused Taiga to instantly lift his head in surprise, glaring hard at the rising figure that was completely shrouded with a cloak that was singed, but wholly intact. He started to growl as Daiki threw off the hot fabric onto the smoking dirt and his angry blue eyes glared right back with no hint of fear that he had been centimeters away from fire so hot that it could melt rock.

"You forgot an important thing, Prick. I'm a veteran rider and not even a novice would go into an enclosure without their dragon hide cloaks. Nice fucking try." Daiki said with a smirk.

Taiga's lip curled up as he continued to growl, but as he started to suck in another deep breath, a thoroughly blackened torch stick came blasting across his face. It snapped and shattered like it had exploded and the small slivers rained down over the remaining chickens that only served to grate against Taiga's nerves.

"Knock it off! Maybe this is why nobody wants to be around you!" Daiki boomed, clutching the torch tightly in both hands that he had swung like a bat.

Taiga snorted angrily as he brought his head back to glare hard at the Human whom was not at all phased by his actions and the fact that he could so easily kill him without having to standing up. He wasn't even turned away by the ferocity in his deep crimson eyes, or the sharp teeth that glistened. This Human was something different entirely.

With just a huff, Taiga flicked off the splinters and gobbled up a chicken before scrawling in the blackened dirt.

And you call me a prick

"Damn fucking straight. You just tried to turn me to ash." Daiki snapped, tossing what was left of the stick into the corner to be forgotten.

I don't like you

"Yeah, well so far, the feeling's mutual, but you burn me, then you're as good as dead." Daiki growled as he crossed his arms, still staring at the eating dragon.

What do you mean

"I'm your last shot at getting out of here. You off me, than His Majesty Akashi is gonna have you put to death." Daiki said.

Taiga's eyes widened.

You're lying

Daiki scoffed with a click of his tongue, "Not even a little bit. He's tired of dealing with your shit and since he wants to give me one last chance because he actually kinda likes my riding, they've thrown you to me."

What?

They want me to be your dragon?

Daiki nodded, "Yeah... I accepted it because I've been grounded for months. My last dragon, whom wasn't intelligent mind you, was killed." He said, gnawing on the inside of his bottom lip as he looked away.

Taiga simply snorted, but continued writing while he ate.

It almost sounds like we're each others last chance

"Exactly. You want out of here, sticking with me is your only shot, so knock off the aggression." Daiki huffed with a slow shake of his head.

Taiga popped the last chicken into his mouth, still glaring and fuming at the Human with his words rattling around in his head. For an entire year, he had shunned them, blown fire to turn many to ash and all around showed nothing, but aggression, but when he had done the same with this one, he never turned around. He wanted out, wanted to fly the skies again without a care in the world, but the last year of being difficult didn't seem to cut it. The Humans wanted him dead and gone so they didn't have to put up with him anymore.

Swallowing down the last chicken, Taiga swept his clawed paw across the dirt and wrote with a claw.

Go away

Daiki's brows furrowed, "No."

Taiga growled.

"I'm not going anywhere. You need to deal with it and learn to accept it... Unless you actually wanna die, than that can be arranged. I can report to my Captain-"

"No!" Came Taiga's sudden voice that instantly shut Daiki up.

"W-What?" Daiki stuttered.

Taiga lowered his head, "No... Don't go talk to him. He's come here before and I don't like him." The dragon whispered in a deep, guttural voice that came from his belly.

"Imayoshi? Kinda shorter, black hair, narrow ass eyes... Kinda creepy?" Daiki rattled off.

Taiga nodded, "Yes. He's the one who captured me a year ago and the way he stares at me just... I didn't like it." He looked away as he settled back down and lowered his head.

Daiki's anger started to cool, "We've all gotten that chill from him."

"I smell him on you." Taiga said with a snort.

Daiki cleared his throat as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Um... Yeah, don't worry about that."

"Mate?"

Daiki shivered, "No!... Gods no... Ugh... He's a deplorable Human being... Um, I'll just say that it was so I could have better access to try and... train you?... I guess?" He looked away with uncertainty.

"Train?" Taiga grumbled.

"Well, in his defense, he doesn't exactly know you're... uh... intelligent." Daiki said, cringing at the way he sounded.

"Tell him and you're dust." Taiga huffed.

Daiki threw his hands up, "I won't... I promise."

Taiga just glared out from under his eyebrow ridges before nuzzling his head down and closing his eyes. He wanted to be left alone, but this Human couldn't take a hint, leaving him with his only option of removing the world entirely. He was thankful for the food, yes, but the company was a different matter. He had screwed up by speaking, but from the get go, this Daiki had had an inkling that something was off. It was only a matter of time before he had figured it out on his own. He was completely content to fall asleep and ignore the Human, but when a hand came down on his snout, his eyes shot wide as his head snapped up.

"Don't touch me!" Taiga snapped in a harsh whisper, his throat rumbling with his deep growl as his eyes turned from surprise to anger.

"Ok... Ok... I didn't mean to startle you." Daiki said easily and with his hands up in defense.

Taiga curled a lip, "Go. Away."

"And I've told you... No." Daiki said firmly, crossing his arms.

"Why won't you leave? I don't want you here." Taiga said before lowering his head back down to rest.

"You would've tried harder to kill me if that was the case." Daiki smirked.

Taiga popped open a single eye, "Yeah well, maybe I want out of here more than I want you dead right now, but you keep at it like you are and you're toast." He closed his eye.

"It's been a week, Taiga." Daiki deadpanned.

Taiga scoffed without even opening an eye, "A long, agonizing week of putting up with you."

Daiki pinched the bridge of his nose, "What the hell did I do? All I've done is sit here with you." He defended.

Keeping his eyes closed still, Taiga pulled his hands out from beneath his head and covered his eyes, clacking his claws on the arcs of his horns that stretched back as far as Daiki was tall. His nostrils huffed at the end of his long snout, blowing out a steady stream of smoke that fluttered up as if someone had just blown out a candle. He didn't want to keep talking, didn't want to be in the company of this persistent Human, but he wasn't sure what else he could do and still maintain his chances of getting out without having to face them.

After a few moments, Taiga dropped his hands and lifted his head to glare at the Human with narrowed crimson eyes.

"It's your peoples' fault why my kind is gone. Humans looked at Drakes as prizes and not equals, so they hunted us into extinction. The only reason I'm alive now is because I've played it off that I'm just one of your stupid wyvrens." Taiga hissed with a curl in his upper jowls.

"That was centuries ago, Idiot. You can't possibly-" Daiki was cut off.

"I'm 230 years old, Moron." Taiga growled, his whole head tracking to follow Daiki's pacing.

Daiki reeled, "What?... Seriously?"

Taiga rubbed a hand down his snout, "No, I'm making it up. I hatched last week." He deadpanned.

"No wonder nobody likes you." Daiki rolled his eyes.

"I'm fine with that. The less of you tiny weaklings that like me, the better. Maybe once I get out of here, then I'll be left alone." Taiga said as he recrossed his wrists and laid his big head down.

"Fuck off... His Majesty must really hate me to throw me to you." Daiki scoffed.

"Keep coming back and I just might eat you for the fun of it... Now go away." Taiga closed his eyes once more.

"Fine... You fucking win. See if I come back. You can die in here whenever that's gonna be." Daiki growled, scooping down to pick up his cloak.

"Only 99,770 years to go. By the time that happens, this place should've crumbled." Taiga huffed without opening his eyes.

Daiki froze, "W-What? What're you talking about?" He glanced back.

"My kind was known to live for 100,000 years. Now go blow off and leave me alone. I'm tired." Taiga snapped.

With a growl, Daiki pursed his lips together before throwing the door open and slamming it closed. He latched it and stormed down the corridor, throwing his dragon hide cloak back over his shoulders while he fumed. He was angry, but if someone had asked him why, he doubted he could tell them. The dragon grated against his every nerve, more so than his Captain and occasional trick. He had no idea why the dragon, this Taiga, hated Humans so much, but he understood that being locked up in the Hold for a year was most likely the strongest contributor. He needed to understand better, needed to find out more information, so as he climbed onto his horse, he headed back to town with a singular destination in mind.

He rode hard back to town and returned the horse to the King's stables before near marching his way to the nearest tavern; The Dragon's Fyre. He slipped through the door to go unnoticed by the other patrons as they laughed, ate, drank and flirted with the tavern wenches, one of which happened to be the girl Daiki had caught with Captain Imayoshi. She didn't even notice him as he walked by and went to the bar that was tended to by an aged woman with a rather nasty burn scar on the left side of her face, but it was long healed and if the light didn't hit it just right, it was near invisible.

"Mead." Daiki demanded as he sat down on his chosen stool and firmly planted his elbows onto the bar top.

"Well, don't you look a little singed." The woman said with an ashy gruff to her aged voice.

Daiki rubbed his hair, "I don't even know where to begin, but I need to ask you some questions." He looked up at her as she poured a tankard from the large keg barrel behind the bar.

"Sure, Sugar. What you need?" She asked, setting the tankard down to let the foam settle.

"What all do you know about those tall tales from a couple centuries ago?" Daiki asked, crossing his arms on the bar top.

"Which ones?" She asked, topping off the tankard before setting it in front of Daiki.

"Dragons with our minds." Daiki said before taking a long drag of his booze.

The woman's brows furrowed as she returned to cleaning some returned tankards, "Ah... The Drakes. Why you wanna know about them?"

Daiki shrugged, "Just overheard a woman telling her kids. I wanna know what happened." He lied.

"You're gonna need more mead." The woman said with a crooked smirk.

"I've got all night."