[ R A N I M A D R I X ]
Ranimadrix shakes his head, sitting down.
"I... I don't know. I've never seen a battlefield before. I don't have enough experience to make a strategy." He drummed his fingers on his knees.
"If I had a degree of knowledge of the matter, I'm sure I could come up with something..." He chuckled to himself.
"Time is certainly one thing I have. Most dragons aren't considered an adult until they're about five hundred years old. I know I won't live to be quite as old as most, but I'll be around for quite a while. The only reason my grandfather doesn't consider me a newborn is because my human blood allowed me to mature much quicker." He sighed, somewhat frustrated. He began to doubt that he even had to become a knight, but what other option would there really be?
Ranimadrix looked up to Odier.
"I... I just want to help people, so that no one has to experience losing a loved one." He would have to admit that he didn't have a very firm grasp on human mortality. He knew that humans didn't live nearly as long as dragons, but even three hundred years could be considered 'Not nearly as long'. He looked away.
"My father used to tell me stories about brave knights, doing battle with monsters, and saving people from danger. Admittedly... I was afraid of them. After all, I share the blood of some of the monsters those great knights would slay. Even now, the stories make me uneasy. But... even with that... a knight seems to me like a great hero. A man who will do everything in his power to protect people." He shrugged.
"It just seems like the most straightforward path."