Fedlund does his best not to laugh out loud at the fallen pygmy, all the while exchanging glances with Atzar, as if the two humanoids knew something the dragon did not.
“I can assure you, my worthy opponent, that the bird that fell you was a large beast, nay, a MASSIVE beat, truly a sight to behold. It is fortunate you intercepted him so bravely, I fear he had the same thought as you and sought to make a meal of me. I am in your debt.”
Nearly losing control, Fedlund has to avert his eyes toward Atzar, shaking from silent laughter. Paw and hand clasp in a friendly handshake before Fedlund turns to leave.
“The world is not that large a place and, as you may have guessed, I am easy to find wherever I go. I may soon pass this way again, mayhap our we will meet again.”
Gathering his equipment, Fedlund continues on his course, his spirits renewed by mirth and the reminder of his lot in life, to exemplify the pinnacle of Nobleness to all he encounters. He turns to wave a final farewell.
“The name is Fedlund Overby!! May our paths cross again and friendship be renewed!!”
Out of Character:
I'm done!! Good times, finish it off if you want. Question: What happens with damage goods following a tournament battles? In this case, torn tunic and cracked cittern.