[August 30, Lost Era 1001.
Sivir probably hadn't expected me to spare his entire family.
When we packed up and set out the next day, I looked back toward the water source where he had settled. The Blue Dragon met my gaze, still looking a little bewildered.
But killing them would have been too much trouble. It would have taken effort for no reward. These Giant Dragons had only just emerged from underground; unlike the dragons of legend, they didn't have lairs stuffed with treasure.
We needed to make good time. Ideally, we would join the allied army before it reached the Southern Great Wall. Who knew what trouble we might encounter along the way? Better to conserve our strength and press on than lose people fighting a few Blue Dragons.
This was only a stretch of desert, after all. There wasn't a settlement within a hundred kilometers. Even if they wanted to hurt someone, they'd have trouble finding a target. We might as well let the Lord Alliance deal with them once the Southern Great Wall was rebuilt. We might even collect an extra bounty for it.
That Blue Dragon probably never imagined humans could be more calculating than he was.]
[September 1.
I spoke too soon again yesterday. Around noon, we ran into a Beastfolk force accompanied by Gnolls—no, wait. They'd ambushed us on the road. My big mouth had nothing to do with it. Not even half a copper's worth.
It seemed simple enough: beat the underlings, and their masters came calling. As the Beastfolk's faithful hounds, the Gnolls could only seek revenge by bringing the green skins behind them—
That was what I wanted to say, until we captured an old prophet after the battle and peered into his thoughts. It turned out they were heading