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With the girl's training out of the way for that day, he was again set into the usual routine of doing nothing, so he set out to explore the rest of the castle from what he already knew. Whilst walking, he heard many a-rumor floating by on whispers. Love between sir Tamuril and the Lady? A Draconic? Both very interesting, but the first one was waved off easily enough. He had no explanation for himself thinking that way, but why should he try to explain it to himself?

As for the Draconic, or Dragon being the more popular term, that was a different story. He had once before seen and spoken with a Dragon. They were noble creatures (there was penalty to be dealt for anyone that referred to them as beasts), wise, powerful, and just. Humans just seemed to mess everything up for the rest of nature. Humans had put so many others into or near extinction because of their own uncontrolled fears. The unreasonable wives with their nightmares and their husbands complying simply to comfort them.

There were few nobles in the Old Tales. Most were just men tired of listening to those with ill-informed minds scream in fright and complain of nightmares with these horrific beings. Cedric had not spotted a Centaur since the month before Hosvanji's death. Fairies were rarely heard giggling in the woods nowadays. Dragons were almost extinct.

I'll look into it later, he told himself and returned to his room after his mental map was completed. At least, he knew every room that was necessary. And again, he conducted silent business behind his closed door.

Karasi was surprised, she had not expected the fight to be so interesting. Once it was over, she made her way over to her companion. It was apparent to her that he had not seen her, though she had been in the back row of the crowd, so that was not hard. "Khuni," she called out lightly as she neared him. There were many questions she wished to ask, not the least of them if he would mind practicing with her, and teaching her what he knew.

Karasi glanced at teh hip that Khuni was massaging "Sore, isn't it?" Though this did not sound like a question, more of a stament. She had heard a solid thump when Sir Tamuril's foot had connected with his side. "I have some healing herbs in my room, if you want." She carried them with her in her small pack, something she had been told to do by her villages elders. One could not practice any form of fighting, without knowing how to heal ones self, they had told her.

Karasi nodded and turned towards her room. "A griffen's claw? I have heard of those. Our village elder's used to speak of such creatures, and the amount of magic that they held within themselves." Walking lightly through the halls, she made sure to match her own pace with his. Mean while, her mind was going over what herbs she had brought along with her. Rose hips and rose petels, she knew that, also thistle down and St. John's Wort.

Karasi nodded. "I've heard of those times, my grandfather would often talk of them, to keep them from being repeated with other creatures. He was always very sad, or angered, when he spoke of it." Karasi shook her head slowly. "I guess, when people do not know something fully, they become afraid of it. That leads to the death taht we see all around us." 'And to the murder of innocents,' Karasi thought.

Karasi nodded in understanding. While she was far from the last of her people, she did know the feeling of loss. "My grandfather spoke of a people that rode the griffins once. I was young, but I still remember. He said that they were a great people when he had been there.

She spoke quietly, her memories of her grandfather bringing back many emotions. Glancing up, she noticed that they were almost to her room. "Here we are. Come in, I need to mix the herbs." Opening the door, she stood aside, waiting for him to enter.

Karasi shook her head sadly as she closed her door. "No, he would not speak much of it. Only that the griffins were once your mounts. He was a very sad old man, had seen much in his day. I'm just glad he did not have to see more. It would have broken his heart..." This last was said very quietly, almost a whisper. Clearing her throat, she turned around and walked over to her pack. "Yes, it is indeed. More fancy then I am used to. But then, I grew up in the mountains, and was not much in the home anyway." Picking up her skirt, she knelt down lightly, moving the top layer of clothes aside before coming upon her bags of herbs.

Karasi could almost picture the place he talked of, there was so much emotion behind the words. "It sounds beautiful," she said. "I wish I could have seen it." Finding the herbs she needed, the elvian stood up and walked over to the counter where she had already placed her mixing bowl. Placing the bags beside it, she turned to face Khuni. "I'll have to have a look at that bruise, so I know how much to mix up," she said, wiping her hands on a towel from the basin.