[Swarms of winged demons like big black clouds fill the sky tearing at dragons of all different colors; Qilby watches silently until they're in the forest proper and the foliage becomes too dense to see above their heads. Every so often the loud crackling of branches echoing throughout the woods signals the fall of yet another dragon. The battle's quite clearly lost.
He throws a glance back over his shoulder at the kid, smiling cheerily as if the two of them are just out on a nice field trip.] You were so concerned back there, I don't think you gave me your name.
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He throws a glance back over his shoulder at the kid, smiling cheerily as if the two of them are just out on a nice field trip.] You were so concerned back there, I don't think you gave me your name.