I am Okoria Karselridrith, former captain in the Ironclaw Flight of the Immortals of Karsis. But this year I guard a young woman named Metira Dijkstra. They call me Okkie, because my name is complicated and intimidating. Imtimidating? They do not understand I was created to represent the martial prowess and unyielding strength of the ancient dragons. I was born to lead armies and defending the order's sanctuaries, but today I will guard her bedroom door.
I have metallic silver scales. When not defending with my longsword, I can breathe a cone of frost at my enemies, pushing them back with the force. Just like against the zombies on the desert planes of the Satrapy of Gorgabrizia. Last week I threatened an intruder at Miss Metira’s bedroom door. I almost froze Jef to death, an unwanted suitor of Miss Metira. What is a Jef? What does that name even mean? Jef picks his nose, Miss Metira says. Noses are pleasure zones for Draconians, so even I am insulted by his public masturbation. Get a room, Jef.
Miss Metira insists on finding danger and avoiding my protection. She insists on sneaking out to meet with inappropriate suitors. She seeks to find the edge of danger in unnecessary adventure. It must be nice to have such choice. Servants whisper they think I have feelings for Miss Metira. I watch her carefully because I am certain she is avoiding my protection. I have the blood of dragons. I shall defend Miss Metira’s sanctuary, if it takes my last breath.