Emberwood Only good things avoided me

sorry for this short reply

Grezig smiled when Kaori mentioned possibly visiting again, glad that she had made such a good first impression. Then she sat and listened as the dark woman explained what “Ryūjin” meant. It was the name of one of Kaori’s ancestors. That was interesting. The King of the Dragons. Grezig had heard of dragons, the legendary flying, fire-breathing creatures. From whom, she could not recall, but she had definitely heard of them. Her eyebrows scrunched at such a title. “King of the Dragons,” she repeated, sounding skeptical. “I assume such a title was simply created to sound impressive? Unless dragons mean something else to you and yours?” This woman’s “tribe,” as she called it, was becoming more and more interesting by the second.