The Phoenix had grown quite large in the eighteen years passed. She could easily pick up a cow in her claws and he razor sharp talons could tear through the thickest of armours. Her skills in hunting both livestock and the occasional unwary traveller were shown by a small heap of 'stuff' in the back of her cave.
Today, she'd already eaten her fill when she spotted a young man sitting with his arms crossed behind his head in the shade of a tree near her cave. Her first instinct was to go for him, he seemed to be asleep. However, as soon as the thought crossed her mind, his hand dropped from behind his head and onto something on the ground. At first, it seemed to be a blacked branch from the tree but when a stray ray of light reached between the leaves, it shined with a dark glow. A strange black sword Is he an adventurer? The thought seemed strange. He was clothed in a white shirt and brown pants along with a strange white coat. He seemed very extraordinary. He might even be worth talking to. What should she do?
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