Meanwhile...
Adykon walked through the streets of the city, to the palace in which the party had put his toddler son, Kos. Although the boy was almost certainly asleep at this hour, Adykon just had to see him, if only because there was a chance that he might never see the child again.
Entering into the compound, the guards let the mercenary pass; they had orders to let him in. After what seemed like far too long a time, the Dracon father finally got to see Kos, asleep in a wooden cradle, curled up in a little white blanket.
"Hey, son." Adykon moved a hand over Kos' back, seeing if the child was truly asleep. He did not wake, but it seemed as if he was annoyed that someone was touching him, as the child just shrugged in his sleep and wrapped himself tighter in the blanket.
"Yeah, I get that a lot. Well, Kos, I've got to get going now. I don't know if I'll be back. If you don't see me again, try to forget me, live out your life here, and do what makes you happy. I figure someone deserves an easy life in our family. It might as well be you, my boy."
Looking around the room, Adykon kept talking, and although he was pretty much asleep, the young dracon was visibly disturbed by the speech coming from this large male whom he had only seen once or twice before. His little ears caught some of the speech "This room is so peaceful... -what all true warriors strive for..."
Eventually, Adykon finished his speech and left, and Kos muttered a single word that his father did not hear. "Night."
