[Iliad]

Rhys froze when he heard the beast voice, unable to do more then let his sword lower when no attack came, only the dejected speech of some lonely creature, no text had ever told him of dragons ability to speak, still, the words he heard were far from he expected as the creature walked by him. It was like a bucket of water had been emptied over the flame of battle that had been kindling in the knight, leaving only a sense of bafflement as to what his option was next. Did the dragon really not care if he lived or died?
"Halt! Dragon!" Rhys finally called, his voice trying to hold all the noble command it could as he picked up his blade and hurried after the creature. "If you even are a dragon!" He called, climbing down from his rock ledge and moving to hurry after the beast, eyes going wide as he became aware of the creatures shier size now that they stood on the same ground.
Turning the corner after the heavy tail of the dragon, sword still held ready to defend and fight he looked in to the gloom of the cavern and wondered what sort of creature this beast even was now.