Estinien couldn't feel the small breeze that could have kissed his face, nor could he feel the morning sun shining high above the clouds brush warmly on his skin. His armor weighed heavy on his shoulders, a burden he carried with him for the longest of times.
The drive to end the war himself was all he knew, and he hoped the parley with Hraesvelgr failed. Long had he waited for his wedded battle with Nidhogg.
He surveyed the area at the highest point nearest to their campsite. It was almost a miracle to see not a single dragon soul in the vicinity. He looked down upon the camp where his companions laid resting. He focused his attention on the tired campfire. The trail of smoke had already ceased to be hours before. His mind wandered on the tasteless food of last night. Not much to blame as there was not much spared in the surrounding area, lest they become food themselves to the dragons.
Upon seeing the Lady Iceheart sit up from her rest, he jumped down to her. She looked at him lazily
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