make a dragon wanna retire man [any]

[vaughan]

I shall wear no crowns and win no glory

Vaughan is a terrible socialite. He didn't care much for happy smiles and warm welcomes and the recent explosion of people left him quite stressed, autumn was here but soon winter would be upon them and food had been scarce last winter with just the brothers dwelling here. He has grown accustomed to seeing new faces each day and so he doesn't bother instilling border patrol, it would be a tireless job at this rate.

He does spot a bay tobiano in the distance that has a look of confusion, perhaps he was just thinking too loudly in his own head but Vaughan decided to greet him. "Are you lost?" he says, staring blankly at the stallion sizing up his slick pelt and scarless body, "I'm Vaughan, part of the Tundra army but I see you bear no scars so I assume diplomacy suits you." He says coldly, wondering what ever could another kingdom want now; their cave had been stripped of its magic, wasn't that enough? He just waits, a little soured in mood for whatever this man would provide for entertainment. 

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