Progress? Kang thought so. He was surprised to see it so quickly, though. "You said that you were eventually capable enough to fight without help from the others, though."
He looked down at the bar, smiling to himself. "I have an old friend named Gloth; he's a bozak like me, and he was one of my soldiers for well over thirty years. When I was first going to meet up with the draconians of my old regiment, I ran into a few of them talking about a plan to retrieve treasure from an old dwarven stronghold. I pretended to be a deserter and offered my services in helping them to build a bridge across a lake full of fang fish, to get an idea of what I was going to be dealing with. Admittedly, Gloth isn't the brightest of individuals, but he's not the idiot he was originally treated as; the others constantly ridiculed him and had no faith in his skills. In fact, their commander treated them all like idiots. You know what I told him?"
Pausing, he looked up, locking his eyes with Billy. "'You keep telling them that long enough, and they'll believe it.' I trusted Gloth to perform certain tasks, and he proved to be very capable. Capable enough, in fact, that he became a very competent officer. He just needed a push."
His wings rustled, "All of us bozaks have innate magic that we can learn to use, and he had quite a bit of trouble grasping it at first. No one else thought he'd ever be any good, but I helped him for several years, and eventually, he got the hang of it," Kang leaned back on the bar. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Some people catch on to things quicker than others. What matters is that you have confidence in yourself and give it your all until you achieve your goal, because once you give up, you've lost. You're capable, Billy. I know you are. You know it, too."
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He looked down at the bar, smiling to himself. "I have an old friend named Gloth; he's a bozak like me, and he was one of my soldiers for well over thirty years. When I was first going to meet up with the draconians of my old regiment, I ran into a few of them talking about a plan to retrieve treasure from an old dwarven stronghold. I pretended to be a deserter and offered my services in helping them to build a bridge across a lake full of fang fish, to get an idea of what I was going to be dealing with. Admittedly, Gloth isn't the brightest of individuals, but he's not the idiot he was originally treated as; the others constantly ridiculed him and had no faith in his skills. In fact, their commander treated them all like idiots. You know what I told him?"
Pausing, he looked up, locking his eyes with Billy. "'You keep telling them that long enough, and they'll believe it.' I trusted Gloth to perform certain tasks, and he proved to be very capable. Capable enough, in fact, that he became a very competent officer. He just needed a push."
His wings rustled, "All of us bozaks have innate magic that we can learn to use, and he had quite a bit of trouble grasping it at first. No one else thought he'd ever be any good, but I helped him for several years, and eventually, he got the hang of it," Kang leaned back on the bar. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Some people catch on to things quicker than others. What matters is that you have confidence in yourself and give it your all until you achieve your goal, because once you give up, you've lost. You're capable, Billy. I know you are. You know it, too."