Banagan walked around the yard of his new home and swung his wooden mace around. The almost-twelve year old listened to the weapon whistle as it sliced through the air. While he paced back and forth in the yard, Valiant lay on the ground with his chin resting on his crossed paws. The winged lion watched as the young man fought back against imaginary enemies.
“Take that,” Banagan grunted as he viscously attacked his adversary. “And that!”
Banny ducked and turned to attack something else behind him. He spun his mace around, adding flourishes to his imagined strikes. Suddenly, the young man dropped to his knee and lowered his head, as if dodging a dangerous swing. Spinning around, he counter-attacked with what he envisioned as a...
The well-dressed gentleman stopped at the end of the walkway and looked at the simple home at the end. He tugged his traveling coat closed and frowned slightly. Letting out a quick breath, he walked down the path to the front door. He glanced at the windows before finally knocking on the door. After a few moments, he heard the latches on the inside sliding against the wood and the door started to open. Inside, an older man with braided hair peered out.
“Yes?”
“May I speak with Braghaman Larethian?”
“Depends. Who’s asking?”
“I represent someone from the city who wants to propose a business offer.”
“Really?” Braghaman asked, opening the door wider and revealing the mace in his hand. He crossed his arms and...