She chuckled at his words. "Come with me. I know where to go, and its not far into the city." She smiled though, as she guided him into the town. She was pleased that someone would finally meet the storyteller who seemed to know a hell of a lot about the dragons, even though she had no idea as to his knowledge.
As it was, it did not take long for her to reach the tavern, and she headed in, grinning as she saw her family. They though she did not aim for, instead she found somewhere for them to sit while they waited for a chance to talk to the stranger.
He seemed to have just begun his tale that evening. The tale he spoke of this time was well known from him. "The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not... but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memory. That which you will hear is imperfect and fragmented, yet treasure it, for without you it does not exist. I give you now a memory that has been forgotten, hidden in the dreamy haze that lies behind us."
The teller seemed to look around at them, even glancing at Kirron and Rhyllae with a rueful smile. "Before your grandfathers fathers were born, and yea, even before their fathers, the Dragon Riders were formed. To protect and gaurd was their mission, and for thousands of years they reigned over us here in Nuban. Immortal they were, unless slain by poison or blade. And yet even after this merry time, which none alive remember, save a few hidden souls, there came a new rider."
Though Rhyllae was aware of Keya being in the room herself, talking to one of the barmen about the taxes that were owed to her, he seemed to plunge on with the tale, a not so kind tone to his voice now.
"He was a strong and smart this new rider, though a little arrogant and a trouble maker. At first his intelligence and willingness to learn were encourage and he passed through his training easily. Then in an account of folly, in which he was sent on a mission by one of the elders, which they did not anticipate he would actually take up as a mission for himself, his true dragon, a brown female, was slain."
The man paused, as if regathering his thoughts. Keya had left by now and it was a good thing she had.
"For ten years he vanished, then something happened. A blue hatchling was stolen from their rider, you all know of whom I speak now. The name of the dragon? Rhothilion. With this new steed and with followers who believed that the riders were getting too arrogant and power hungry, he sought to take down every last opposing rider."
The man seemed to sigh. "The Riders were unprepared for this, and under this onslaught they were easily slain. The elves fought as well, and until of recent, they hid in their secret places in the great woods."
He shifted his shoulders, as the flames at his feet seemed to illustrate his story, clearly he was a magic user. Only Ingora, leader of our Riders at the time, could resist Lindan Marcos and his followers. Ancient and wise, he struggled to save what he could and stop the remaining dragons from falling. In this he was sucessful for even though he and his Sun dragon, Rathorn were slain by Lindan Marcos, the dragons we see today were saved."
The man bowed his head. "From the day of Ingora's falling, Lindan Marcos claimed to be king over all Nuban, though we all know that he was heavily contested and finally slain. But know this, the time of the Dragon Riders is coming once more, and peace reigns over us all."
Rhyllae looked at Kiiron, knowing this to be the end of the story.