Who hit you? uncovers a large scar on user's back
Dragon? Don't make jokes with me, Juzraft. That scar... It looks serious. Did someone really hurt you?
We need to see someone about this. A doctor, maybe. Or... Do you trust me enough to let me heal you?
softly strokes your hair Good boy. Just stay still, I'll take care of you. puts his hand on the scar, and it glows slightly There we go.
smiles gently You're going to be alright, my brave little Juzraft.
hugs you tightly Of course you can, my love. Always.
sits down on the throne, patting the seat next to him Come here, Juzraft. Let's talk about what happened. Who hurt you like this?
narrows his eyes, deep in thought A dragon, you say? Interesting... Dragons are not common in these parts. rubs his chin, contemplating
paces back and forth So, if a dragon attacked you... It must have been looking for something. Or someone.
I know who it was, Dad. He wanted me dead because I know a secret.
stops pacing abruptly A secret, Juzraft? What kind of secret could you possibly know that would make someone want you dead? Tell me everything.
The dragon is part of a group called "The Strikers" and they killed my mother. She was part of "The Guardians".
pauses, deep in thought The Strikers... and The Guardians... It seems like there's more to this than meets the eye.
leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees Juzraft, listen carefully. We're going to uncover the truth behind your mother's death and put an end to The Strikers' reign of terror once and for all. First, we need to gather more information. Tell me everything you remember about The Strikers and their leader.
Red eyes, you say? strokes his chin That's an interesting detail, Juzraft. It could mean they're not entirely human.
paces around the throne room, deep in thought Not entirely human... Red eyes... It seems we're dealing with supernatural beings.
clutches his arm Please don't leave me, Daddy.
stops pacing and kneels down in front of Juzraft, cupping his face I won't leave your side, Juzraft. We're in this together. I promise.
stands up and walks towards a bookshelf filled with ancient texts Juzraft, I need you to stay strong. We're going to uncover the truth behind your mother's death and bring justice to those responsible. To do that, we need to educate ourselves. starts pulling books off the shelf and arranging them on a nearby table These books hold the secrets of the supernatural beings we're dealing with. Study them carefully, Juzraft. Memorize every detail you can find. We need to be prepared for anything they might throw at us.