Drayl awoke to Thran pouring water on the ashes of last night's fire. He stood up and reached for the ornate blade to examine it. The blade was seamlessly intact, thankfully, the sheath matched it almost perfectly.
"Good, your up," Thran said, "We can start moving now, it wont take long to reach Ylisse itself."
Drayl nodded. "Thanks for saving me, Thran. If there is a way to repay you, just tell me."
The large man looked at Drayl. "Just stay alive. One question," he nods towards the blade, "do you know how to use that? You did forge it, but can you wield it if needed?"
"I believe so," Drayl said, "It is based off a long-sword, and the grip is hand-and-a-half, so yeah," he nodded, "I can use it, even though it is lighter than common steel."
"Good," Thran stated. "Now, come on, lad, lets get to that castle. When we get there, I can say my lord is extremely informal. He speaks like a common-folk. Despite this, you must still treat him with respect. You follow?"
"Yes, I believe I do," Drayl replied, "Just, who is the current lord of Ylisse? Last i knew it was Marth, the Hero-King."
Thran laughed a bit. "Sorry to say this, but Marth had died long ago. The current ruler is a descendant of his called Chrom. He had defeated the Fell Dragon just like his ancestor."
Drayl stopped in shock. "He defeated the Fell Dragon, just by himself!?"
"Not fully by himself," Thran said, "You see, he had some help from a group of friends he had made. I'll tell you the story along the way."
