Dragoncrest Cliffs heaven will be a grand piano of baked potatoes

She was smiling at him in a way that Artaax found to be peculiar. In the name of making this post a little longer and more enjoyable to read, let me just say that it was quite something that he hadn't already dismissed her out of the typical disdain he held for anyone who was not born of Drageda. I can't explain why he hadn't - not exactly, anyway. Maybe he had gained some glimmer of trust from his experience with the Redhawk wolves, or maybe he had simply grown up some during his time away from Drageda. Maybe because, unbeknownst to him, he was succumbing to the intrigue of a pretty girl for the first time in his life.

But whatever the reason, he didn't roll his eyes and shoo her away as a liar for the absurd things she was spewing from her mouth or for that somewhat smug look on her face. Instead, he just gazed at her shrewdly and said, "Prove it."