"Eleven? That's a nice company you got there..." He half smiled but then his sadness overwhelmed him,"I'm sorry about your friend... I didn't mean to basically open an old would. I apologize...." He looked down at his sword, and admired the silver dragon etching on the sheath, and if he pulled the sword out, it would be on the sword as well. He always got lost in the lines and it brought a calmness to him.
The dragon was a kimono dragon. He shook his head and looked up at Cifero,"So, how much farther?"