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Beleg's voice was waking her from the blessed sleep she had only found almost an hour ago. Silently, she lamented that he had been captured too. What wonderful payment she had given him, a heretic's death. Through the haze of her pain and tiredness, she heard him speaking to the guard, protesting her innocence. It was a surprise to her, seeing how they had only met less than a full day ago. Why would he bother trying to defend her?


It was only when the captain entered her cell and released her from the shackles did she make any suggestion that she was still alive. Despite her physical appearance of wellness, aside from having been shackled, she had been left in the cell with her wet clothes on and felt as if she had been beaten within an inch of her life. Nearly falling into the arms of the captain, she caught herself with her left hand on his shoulder before crying out and falling to her knees. Cradling her left hand to her breast, upon closer inspection, the hand was bloody and black and a few fingers seemed to be crooked at an unusual angle.


Sorry!? He was sorry for what they had done to her!? She wanted to flail and thrash and rip out her captor's throats, but weakness and fever prevented her from acting out.


"All is forgiven, good captain," she slurred. Looking up at him as she brought herself to stand, more of the damage they had inflicted came to light. One eye was swollen shut and blue with bruising, while the other was bloodshot and black. Blood stained just below her nose and down her chin, and there was a severe gash in her bottom lip. In addition to the cut dividing her lip, there were two other gashes, one upon her forehead, above her right eye, and another below her blackened eye. Truly, the King's men were wretches and brutes.


"Please let out my lover, and we will be on our way with no ill words to you or your men." It was a wonder that her temper held, but she knew that their lives depended on it. Looking back to where Beleg was being held, her one open eye pleaded with him to remain silent, or to agree with what she was saying. As soon as they were back to her home, she would pay him and he would be on his way, a few gold coins heaver. Wren, on the other hand, would crawl into her bed and pray to the Gods that her injuries would not be the death of her.


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As Beleg stepped out of his cell, he rushed to Wren's side and helped her up as he looked at the captain. "We'll be heading home. And we'll be more careful about where we are a night until things settle down." Turning to Wren, he had her arm over his shoulders with his hand carefully cradling hers and his other hand holding her waist. "Now let's get your things and get you home and nurse you back."

The guard gave him a dumbfounded look as Beleg helped Wren walk out of the barracks. "I swear he didn't look like that when we brought him in!"

"Enough," snapped the captain. "Your things are just outside by the door. Sorry again for the misunderstanding."

Giving him a nod, Beleg walked out to retrieve their things and head to the direction of the carriage. Though, he had to reconfirm with Wren that her house was in the next town over. Once they made it back, he paid the driver and helped her off and to her house. "Now," he said, letting the illusion dissolve and his scales return to his cheeks, "You need to head to bed and I'll make you some tea." With that, he walked with her to her bed and threw his cloak to the side before heading to the fireplace to start heating a kettle of water.
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As  Beleg came to Wren's aid, he could feel her freezing skin and trembling. Whether it was from the pain or the cold was uncertain.  It was unlike the tall woman to let her weakness show, but this had probably been the worst beat bown she had ever taken. Mumbling a quiet thank you to Beleg as they left the barracks, Wren only made any sound when she entered and left the carriage, hissing from pain.

As soon as they entered her home, Wren's mother began screeching until Wren gave her a single eyed glare that could have frozen a dragon's heart. Thankfully, she left the house, no doubt to complain to someone else in town.. Before Beleg told her to get into bed, she had moved to grab a small sack of gold coins and offered them to him.

"Your payment." It was clear that Wren did not expect Beleg to stay. When he told her to go to bed and offered to make her tea, she stood frozen, watching him.

"What?"


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"You heard me. Get to bed." Beleg escorted her to her room and helped her sit on the bed before he located a change of clothes for her. "Here. Just call for me if you need help. And if you do, I promise I won't look." He did recall that she wouldn't let any man except the man that would marry her see her unclothed.

Leaving her be, he went about the house searching for poultices, a bowl for some water, a rag, and bandages before he heard the kettle whistling. After he crushed some tea leaves and wrapped it in a cheese cloth, he placed the cloth in a small cup and poured some hot water over it. He had to let it sit for a few minutes before he could pull the cloth back out; he also took the time to pour some water into a water basin that he found and dunked the rag in it. With that, he made his way back to Wren's room and set the cup of tea to the side before he sat next to her on the bed.

"Let me see your hand," he said, gently taking her bloodied hand and looking over her crooked fingers. He placed her hand on top of his before he put his thumb and fingers on the first finger on the middle joint. He tried his best not to cause her any more pain than what she was in and he bended and straightened the last two joints before repeating the process on her other two fingers. Once that was done, he made a few splints for them and wrapped them in some bandaging. "And while you're having your tea, I'll tend to the rest of your cuts." He put the water basin on the table next to the bed and gently dabbed the rag on her forehead.
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It was difficult to undress with one hand, but she managed without calling for Beleg, though she hissed through gritted teeth as she did. Unclothing, the full extent in which the guards had 'questioned' her came into full view. By the time Beleg came back into the room, she had not yet redressed, and instead sat at the edge of her bed, her breasts bound. The pink tinge of a blush was hidden by bruises and her long blonde hair that hung limply around her face and down her back. It was streaked with ash and soot, black oil and a reddish tinge of blood. Her hair hadn't seemed so long when it was pulled up into the bun she had it in previously, but now, it reached the bottoms of her shoulders.

Again, she was quiet, though it seemed to be her default. Working alone for so long, with no apprentice or companion, one tended to keep to themselves. Allowing him to assess her hand, she turned her head and bit the knuckles of her other hand as he reset the joints and wrapped them. It had not been the first time she had broken a finger, but it still hurt.

Icy chips of blue watched him as he tended to her, bandaged her, cared for her. Still, she did not know this man, this Dragonkin. He had simply stumbled into her life, and if he had not, she surely would have been dead.

"You... Why are you staying? You have a dragon to find and tame. Why care for some nobody rebel blacksmith?"


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Beleg did see the extent of how the guards "questioned" her, and he frowned. Deciding that he should probably help her, he helped her change her clothes before giving her the cup of tea he had made for her and began to wipe the blood off of her forehead.

"You need someone to take care of you," he said, "besides your hag mother." Sighing to himself, he continued to bandage her, and he did his best with what magic he had on hand. Taking one of the poultices, he put a few drops into her tea. "That should help." He took a few moments to consider his next words carefully. Yes, there was a dragon to find and tame. But still...

"You recovering is more important than some dragon." If he hadn't walked into her forge the day before, she would have died in that cell, and he didn't want to start thinking about what the guards would have done to her if he wasn't locked up with her. "I should have stayed close to you instead of heading off last night. That was my fault." Well, he hoped she took some comfort in that. As he leaned over to pick something else up, the ring around his neck slipped out from under his tunic, dancing on the string as he reached for another poultice.
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Wren wasn't sure that she needed someone to take care of her. Certainly, she had never been beaten so badly, but she had spent this long on her own, this long mending her own wounds, tending to others, caring for her mother, who she loathed. The woman had never cared for her father. She had even laughed the day he died. It was a wonder that the man had ever cared for such a woman.

Sipping the tea, Wren relished the warmth that slid down to her chest, enjoying the slightly numbing quality that the poultice had given her. It tasted horrible, but Wren had never been one for tea and the poultice did not help any. She did not complain.

"No, it's not your fault. If I had been careful, neither one of us would have been captured. Did they hurt you too?" Her voice was soft, filled with concern, but when she saw the familiar gold glint of her father's ring around the cord on Beleg's neck, everything that had been softening to his charm turned hard and cold as stone. The ice in her eyes turned deadly as she grabbed it with her good hand, making sure Beleg felt her harsh pull.

"You stole from me?!" Releasing the ring from around his neck, she stood, glaring down at him. She was seeing red, but was too weak and hurt to retaliate.

"Fine. Take it. Take it and the gold and leave!" Perhaps Wren felt her heart breaking, her hope squashed. Despite his womanizing appearance, Wren had hoped he was different. She had hoped he would look at her and see a woman, not a beast or undesirable. But no. He was a simple thief.


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"Well, no. They-" Beleg felt himself being pulled as he saw the rage in Wren's eyes. "N-No! It's not what you think! I was worried something would happen to it and I took it for safe keeping. I was going to give it back."

Sighing to himself, he looked up at her, feeling absolutely defeated. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't... The guards wanted to take it away and I had to pry it away. I wasn't thinking..." Sighing again, he sat on the bed and placed his face in his hands. "I can't leave. Not until you fully recover. Besides, you need me. You think your mother of all people would actually try to help you recover?" From what he gathered, her mother didn't seem too overly fond of him.

He brought his gaze up and folded his hands in his lap. "You shouldn't be standing. Here." He helped her back into bed and continued to tend to her. "I guess now's not a good to time if you wanted me to put that ring on your finger." Giving her a wary smile, he was about to continue when a faint roar could be heard.
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Even as he helped her back into her bed, she was fuming. She knew she had left it at her workshop, on it's shelf with the ever vigilant candle by its side. It had not been touched by her that day, and she had not put the cord through it. He had stolen it and now wanted to tell her some cock and bull story about how the guards were trying to take it.

"I don't need my mother to recover!"

And the audacity of him thinking he could just simply slip it onto her finger as if he was gifting it to her! It was her ring to begin with! Through her anger, she had a hard time to feel anything for Beleg. If she had had a cooler temperament, she would have seen that he was flirting once more, and she might have flirted back.

Opening her mouth to protest more, to tell him to get out again, she stopped, hearing the roar.

Giving a long sigh, it seemed as if the flames of her fury had died down to embers.

"Beleg. Go. I can't do anything to help my town against a dragon, but you can. I don't know if they are intelligent, or simply beasts, but if you are who you say you are, you can convince it to leave my town alone. I'll... I'll be fine now with the care you've given me. I will not turn you away should you wish to return."


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Seeing her temper die down, Beleg went to look out the window and saw the dragon drawing closer. Hearing her say he had to go deal with the dragon, he nodded. He walked out, but not before hearing ehr say she wouldn't turn him away if he wanted to return. What in blazes made her change her mind about him leaving? Shrugging it off for now, he went to the outskirts of town. As the dragon drew near, the townsfolk began to panic and run for the barracks.

"Fools," he said to himself. He shot a blast of magic from his fingertips and stood still as the dragon descended and landed in front of him with an earth shaking thud. "There is nothing for you here, dragon," he said in the ancient Draconic tongue, drawin out his syllables.

"Who are you, dragonkin?" the dragon asked.

"My name is Beleg. There is nothing here, you must move on."

"I will go wherever I please."

"Is harassing some townsfolk worth losing your life over?"

The dragon rolled its eyes.

"I want to make a deal. If you leave now, not only will your life be spared, but I will come to your aid when you call... and offer tribute to your hoard when I come."

The dragon inched closer until Beleg only saw its eye. "How do I know that you will do these things?"

"I am a dragonkin of my word." The guards started running behind him, and Beleg turned around. "Gentlemen, I have this under control."

"We shall see," said the dragon. "Keep these men off my back while I go elsewhere. Come to me when I yell my name."

"Which is...?"

"Gangador." The dragon opened its wings as Beleg kept the guards away so it could begin to take flight.

Beleg decided to push his luck a little further, "Male or-"

"Female, you fool! Could you not tell by my voice?"

"Oh, your voice is so deliciously deep."

Rolling her eyes again, Gangador flew off, leaving the baffled guards to watch while Beleg made his way back.

As he reentered the house, Beleg sighed to himself. "No need to thank me or worry your pretty little head off. I sent the dragon on her way."
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Watching the dragon approach the town, she watched some of what transpired before she turned away and disappeared within the shadows of her home. Beleg's confusion as to why she would accept him back was just as confusing to her. Perhaps she had thought he was correct, knowing that her witch of a mother would not care for her. It wasn't as if they were related by blood anyway. They shared the similar eye color, and it convinced many, but Wren was not her mother's daughter. Perhaps she was finally tired of being alone, enjoying his insufferable flirting.

By the time he returned to her home, Wren had fallen asleep, the poultice and the long night taking affect. It looked as if she had relieved herself of the swollen eye, making a small cut in the swollen area and bleeding it. Luckily, she did not make a mess of it and had dressed it herself. This was probably the first time Beleg had seen the blacksmith completely relaxed.

It was late before she woke again, the aching pain of her side waking her. Groaning as she sat up, she blinked blearily into the darkness of her room, wondering if Beleg had actually returned. Wren was surprised to be hoping he had, especially after she had yelled at him for stealing.


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Beleg shook his head, seeing her asleep once he returned. He simply let her sleep as he tried to distract himself. But seeing that she made a cut under her eye, he sighed. She could have just asked him to do that. But it didn't matter as he had to deal with the dragon.

He was busying himself with trying to find something to eat when he heard her groaning. "Oh, I see Sleeping Beauty is finally awake," he said. "The dragon went off, not a problem. You didn't need to worry your pretty little head off about me." Finding a small loaf of bread, he took it off the shelf and walked over to her bed, tearing off small chunks and popping them in his mouth. "You know, I probably had a better chance with the dragon than you... except I don't think she appreciated me complimenting her deep voice. At least yours is more feminine. Melodic, even."
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Rolling her eyes when he called her Sleeping Beauty, Wren stood and went to the hearth, placing a couple of logs on the cold ashes and lighting the fire. Sure, it still hurt, and she still held her bandaged hand to her side, as if her ribs were hurting her, but the blacksmith also knew the value of not letting stiffness take root further than it already had. Grabbing the kettle once more, she put it on for more tea, figuring that Beleg at least deserved a meal and drink from her.

When he commented on his chances between her and the dragon, Wren it her tongue. She could have rounded on him, bringing up the fact that he had stolen her ring and that would dampen anyone's chances, but she let the argument die before it was born.

"Thank you," she said, leaving an uncomfortable silence between them as she pulled a pan down and began cooking a bit of dried mean with lard and wild vegetables and tubers she had collected yesterday morning.

"I'm leaving for the main rebellion camp tomorrow morning," she finally spoke, still moving the meal around with a wooden spoon. It had always been her plan to leave for the main camp. It had even been an original plan to leave the day after her delivery. She was leaving her mother with enough gold to finish paying for the house and with the decision of either selling the forge or hiring someone to work it.

Wren expected Beleg to protest because of her injuries. "I will heal fine like this. No infection or unset joints. I will heal completely before I get there, so do not worry." Still, Wren lamented silently. The camp was in the opposite direction of where the dragon had gone, where Beleg's search was taking him. She would lose her momentary ally.


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He was about to tell her to head back to bed, but he chose not to as she seemed eager to move about about. "No, you don't have to do that. I can-" He stopped himself, sitting down and tearing another bit of bread off to eat. Though, he nearly choked on the bread when she said she was leaving for the rebel camp the following morning.

"What?" he yelped. "But you're not-" He paused, letting her saying her peace before sighing to himself. "If you want, you can accompany me on my quest. And then we can go our separate ways after that. Or you can head to the camp and I'll meet you there in a few days." Honestly, he wanted to see how she handled herself in battle. "Besides. Once I get my ride, I'll be sure to win you over with riding through the skies and winning for the rebels." Figuring having a dragon fight for them would be a sure way to win, there was no way she wouldn't be impressed with that.
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Sliding the meal onto two small metal plates, she moved to offer one to him and sat next to him. Again, she was quiet as she milled over her thoughts. She could go with Beleg, heal for a bit longer, see a dragon, ride a dragon, and have it and a dragonkin companion to bring to the table. Surely, even with one dragon, they could win against the tyrannical king. It would also give her a chance to get to know Beleg better.

Nodding, Wren finally spoke. "I will go with you. No doubt you'll find trouble and need a... how did you phrase it? A beautiful, strong woman to protect you." At this, she finally smiled at him and nudged him gently with her shoulder. She'd need to be careful not to laugh to heartily for the next few days, lest she injure her bruised ribs more.

"Again, though. Thank you. I... I would have died if you had not been here."