Cayn would chuckle softly.  "Legends are far from true.  But many young dragons were indeed slain by lucky strikes.  But also remember how harsh the land was during those times.  Experienced knights were capable of fantastic things.  Withstanding tremendous punishment to deal terrific blows.  And the power of faith could imbue items with fantastic powers.  So many things back then were magical."  Cayn was about to open his mouth when the door was pushed open.<br/><br/>There was Wolfe, strolling in.  Taller than Cayn by a few inches, covered in an auburn fur, he could almost look handsome if not for the wicked gleam in his eyes.  "Ah look," Wolfe sneered as best he could with the wolflike face.  "The court magician and the breeder.  You can leave, Cayn.  I'm going to breed this little bitch now.  It's my turn.  And quite frankly, I can't wait to see how tight she'll be for me."  Lewdly, Wolfe reached down to undo the loincloth he wore, revealing the long, thick meat that hung between his legs.