Sleeping Dragon I have fought the good fight

The woman speaks with utter command, her titles fierce and proud. A pleasure to meet you, really, he said, insistent. Because wow. She was so cool. So fucking cool. We don't really have a name yet, and I don't really have a title, he admitted sheepishly. Commander, while perfectly fitting for her and her mountain, seemed a little heavy-handed for what he had in mind. Though damn, he wished he'd thought of that while he was still fighting a war.

If it's alright with you, I'm gonna go now. I should tell my friends about our deal, he said. And with no protest from her nor her attendant, he left to do just that. Sriracha out.