[SRP] Wyvern Rescue

[Gazetteer]

A bit better than simple issue, actually, even if it didn't look it anymore. The armour had been a gift from her family, and its make had been a little bit better than what most of the Bern rank and file got. That was a bit too personal to explain to someone she might need to try to kill in a moment, however. So instead she just said: "Yeah, I was in the army."

Freyja didn't growl back at the man's wyvern; it had to weigh at least half again more than Freyja did, and Freyja plainly did not like those odds. She maintained eye contact, though, neck arched low, ready to strike out fast if the other wyvern decided to do more than growl. Gwen reached out, and rested a steadying hand on the scales of her neck.

"If you were, though, then I'm queen of Etruria." Who was dead, more than likely, but that wasn't going to stop Gwen from using a perfectly serviceable expression. More than the big man's rough appearance, he sounded Lycian. "That's a pretty fine looking wyvern you've got -- did you steal her recently?"