"Naturally. Should you recover the Dragon's Crest and the Dragon-Horse Lyre, the Crest will be yours. Our order requires only the Lyre. On my honor, I will see you inducted as a Pegasus Knight."
"…."
'Too good to be true. There's always a catch.'
Marcus studied Mare. The offer was staggering. Parting with an artifact of the Dragon's Crest's caliber wasn't generosity; it was a confession. This task was a suicide mission. In the Pegasus Knight's eyes, Marcus was a dead man walking; a convenient, disposable gambit. No loss if he failed, a windfall if he somehow didn't die.
Under normal circumstances, Marcus would've told him where to shove his impossible quest. He wasn't in the business of chasing ghosts. But the Dragon's Crest… that was a different story. That was a game-changer.
