"Remarkable," Lance murmured, his gaze fixed on the Valkyrie statue before him. "She does bear a striking resemblance!"
"Indeed," agreed the young dragon beside him, craning its neck for a better look. "No wonder I thought she looked familiar. It's uncanny how much she resembles the mage who owes me."
However, similarities in appearance didn't imply identity. "But remember, the mage who owes you is known for her mastery of forbidden spells, casting magic that transcends ordinary bounds. This Valkyrie, though? She's a warrior of renown, fearless in battle, ready to challenge even a dragon with her spear."
Lance nodded thoughtfully. "If she truly were the mage, defeating you would be mere child's play. And a mere toss of her spear would quell the wildest of beast tides."
"Yes, the resemblance is slight," the young dragon conceded.
"And she looks like the one indebted to you?"