“A dragon,” Sankesh snorted. “I am called the Executioner of Cities, the Terror of the Desert, the Demon of the Sands. But you are a ‘dragon’. This world isn’t very fair, is it, Hadjar Darkhan?”
Hadjar couldn’t believe his ears. Was this man’s negative attitude toward him based on... envy? Or his wounded pride? By the Evening Star! Sankesh no longer seemed like a man who didn’t care about anyone’s opinion but his own.
“You know, we’ve led similar lives,” Sankesh continued. “Both you and I were slaves and exiled from our own countries.”
Hadjar had heard rumors about Sankesh’s past from the caravan’s passengers. As a child, he’d been sold as a slave to the ‘real northerners’. To Darnassus. There, he’d grown up and become a warrior, and then a general. He’d even fought in the war for th
