So... guess you could call this a celebrating a trial behind me submission... but I wrote this ages ago, forgot to post it. It is, me trying to have fun with a piece, so, expect a degree of silliness and weak vore. I'll try to get a bit more into, detailing the nomming soon, if I can get the motivation. So... thought to those as geeky as me, wasn't mawile in the most recent pkmn mystery dungeon game just the spitting image of what Nico robyn would look like if she was a pokemon? If you understand what I mean... then like me you need to find new hobbies... but you might understand exactly the moments that inspired this piece...

“I can’t believe this… I mean… what did I do to deserve this?”
“Oh stop being so dramatic”
Johan looked incredulously to his employer who was sitting remarkably calmly in the chair behind his desk. Johan, on the other hand, was still on his feet from his outburst, aghast that the man could be so… casual in the wake of the declaration. The office, of sorts, was a small place, and the furnishings made it feel more cramped. His employer’s clumsy attempts to seem important, but, vain as the polished wood and little personal room made him out to be, in the end the man still held Johan’s life in his hands.
“But you must be insane” Johan all but shouted “dammit… you really expect me to work with a dragon?!”
He’d heard the stories of course, who hadn’t… there was a dragon in town… literally, in the town. He knew they were about, he’d had the stories growing up… don’t wander into the woods or a dragon will get you, but he’d also been told a dragon would get him if he didn’t eat his greens. He’d believed for years they made him smell like cabbage to stave off a dragon’s carnivorous appetite… till he’d realised just about everything dragons ate fed on plants. But they’d just been stories, if scary ones. He’d almost decided dragons didn’t exist till he actually saw one in the skies. Thankfully, several miles away. And even that had been too close for comfort.
“Look… the dragon asked, very politely, for a companion… but if you want to walk up to its muzzle and tell it no, be my guest”
Johan ran his hand through his hair… that, was even worse. He had no intention of being eaten, getting squished down into that slick, fleshy, acid filled abyss… no thanks “Great… well so long as it was polite. Gee, you know, I think I might even just crawl on down its throat so long as it asked nicely…”
“Complain all you want, but that’s how it is. You’ve been assigned”
“Assigned? Look, Mark… I’m an archaeologist, not a… a… an animal tamer, or, I don’t know, a dragon companion… I deal with things that have been dead for generations, not very much alive dragons. Hey, you want me to go dig up some ancient dragon bones, fine… but I’m not happy while they’re still actually inside the dragon”
His boss, Mark, tapped a finger on his table, and Johan’s heart sank. The man had the all too familiar, scrunched up face he took on when he was setting out an ultimatum.
“You have three choices Johan. Either you go with the dragon, or you tell him, to his face, that you refuse, or, you quit”
“Damn” he sighed through his teeth. Quitting wasn’t an option, he liked his job. Heck, he felt lucky to have it. His employer, as it was, was more a trader than anything… and some people loved artefacts. The fact he could document and learn was a bonus. It beat hunting, or tanning, or blacksmithing or farming… all he had was his research.
“Besides, you’re not an archaeologist, you’re an ‘Adventurer of Exotic Locales”
Johan grimaced at his official title, it was never one he could stomach. Ok, fine, he didn’t just dig things up… he got sent all over to find the exotic, but he much preferred history. Nothing he’d dug up had tried to eat him yet.
“You can’t deny you’re the best one for the job”
“What’s all this about ‘the job’? You realise don’t you that a dragon has just randomly dropped in, and demanded you hand someone over. He might eat me the moment we get out of the gate, and it’s not like he’s a client…”
“Like it or not, I’ve told you your options. Besides, you’ve heard about this dragon, it’s that one that’s been approaching villages all over the region”
“That doesn’t count as references, we could just be being lulled into false security”
He flinched as Mark struck the desk “Stop, complaining. By this evening I’d better hear that either you’ve agreed, told him no yourself, or that you’re quitting. That’s the end of it”
“Ugh…” he turned to leave, his only option, stepping out onto the veranda of the sizable building on the edge of town, the rest of the settlement sprawled out before him… he could see the dragon from here… or part of it anyway, the tail laid out across the main path, twitching with what he took for excitement.
“Dammit” he said again to himself before moving from Mark’s abode, keeping a distance from where the dragon was… not yet, he had to think about it. He wished he could shove whoever had offered him in front of its muzzle instead… but of course, who would want to tell the huge reptile big enough to swallow you, that it was being denied what it asked for?
He moved around the edge of the buildings to get himself onto the main road for a better look. The dragon was right by one of the two gates, sat to its haunches and looking around itself with… what he had to assume was curiosity. Briefly, he found its eyes were on him, but then moved off. The street hadn’t been so quiet in his lifetime… well, the reason was pretty clear… whether it intended it or not, that dragon was a menace, sitting there, just… in the way because of what it was. It just didn’t feel natural. Dragons ate people, fine, people avoided dragons, which was fine too. But they were supposed to live in dark places people could avoid, not sitting in their towns. It felt like a fox was plonked right in the middle of a mouse warren… it just… felt so wrong on so many levels.
The dragon was an attractive creature though, clearly powerful, light in build like a cat, the expansion of its chest more akin to a bird to power the wings folded onto its back… wings so huge they almost hung down over its flanks, even folded up. But… well, it didn’t look that fearsome. The muzzle was about half as long as a man was tall, and he probably stood about level or… well, maybe even a little above its shoulder, he guessed… it was plenty big enough to, with the flexibility of reptiles, swallow someone whole… even him, maybe even a couple, one after the other to fill itself up… which meant surely a human would be an ideal meal… that didn’t help him find any optimistic thoughts.
The scales were a deep brown, almost golden, though paler along the belly, like cream mixed with mud… almost like a dusky opal. He sighed, and approached though he felt like he had to practically drag his feet forcefully along. It didn’t help that as he got closer, the wandering gaze of the beast alighted on him, but this time it stayed. But then, of course it did… the dragon would be interested in a human fool enough to approach it. But, he looked to the dragon’s face, and had to admit to being somewhat captivated with the beast’s shimmering eyes, they were a deep, drowning blue like muddy water, but yet gleamed. Looking to them, he felt like he could sink in… so taken was he, in fact, he only came back to himself when he realised he was now craning his neck back to look at the muzzle. With the dragon sat to its haunches, the head loomed above… and he was well within biting range now…
“Hello” the dragon said cheerily, in a voice so… light that it gave Johan pause… how did he even respond to that?
“Hello… I guess” he murmured, gazing up at the dragon as he took a few steps back, at least till he didn’t feel the heat of the creature.
A rumble echoed, and he gave up, as the muzzle followed him, he was caught between the dragon’s eyes, captured in its attention. It would follow him till it was satisfied “Are you the human they said would come with me?”
“Well… yes, and no…”
“Great” the dragon chimed in, a huge forepaw suddenly sweeping around, and before Johan could react, he felt one digit under his backside, two at his back as he was scooped, and brought to thud against the dragon’s chest scales as he was… hugged? Was this meant to be a hug?
“I said no, though… listen” he grunted the words out as best he could, though his cheek was squished against the scales… he could feel the dragon’s excited heartbeat thrumming into his jaw “I am the one they said might come with you… but I just came over to say it’d not going to happen… I’m quite happy with my life and I don’t need a dragon in it… so…”
The dragon looked down at him with those big eyes, cocking its head “You don’t want to come?”
“Not really” he pushed at the chest scales, his back forced to the weight of the claws, and managed to wiggle free of the talons one by one till he dropped to the ground with a grunt
The dragon didn’t seem deterred, for with another amused rumble, the muzzle sank down before his face again “I’m not going to eat you, you know”
“I appreciate that… but I still…”
“Come on…” the dragon chided him with a wild grin that was frankly offputtingly toothy
He gave the dragon an incredulous look… it was really hard to judge on a huge man-eating reptile, but… was the dragon a child? “Look, I told you… no” he bit his lip, knowing he’d regret the next question the moment he felt the urge to ask, but couldn’t help himself “why do you want a human with you anyway?”
The dragon sat up straighter, puffing out its chest with a beaming grin of pride “Because I am Rheal, and I… am an archaeologist!”
Johan just looked up at the dragon for a long, painful moment… now it made sense why everyone was so keen to have him sent off with this crazy dragon “that’s nice…” he noted dismally, really hoping he hadn’t looked that silly when he’d said the same thing to Mark not long ago
“But…” The dragon apparently called Rheal continued “most, you know, stuff to explore is old human things… so… I sort of need a human”
“Oh please, gods, don’t do this to me…” Johan beseeched the air quietly, knowing it wouldn’t help. Was this really it… was he going to be snatched up by a crazy dragon on a whim, carried about like a living trowel and then eventually eaten down when the dragon got bored or… who knew… just grew up?
“Won’t you come… please? I’ve been trying to find a human for a while… but none of them seem to want to come along…”
No small wonder, he found it hard not to say as much, but if nothing else he was inclined to be polite… “look, I’m sorry, but, I just don’t see myself as, dragon companion material” or dragon dinner material, he added to himself, taking a few steps back. He’d given his message… now he just had to go before the thing got annoyed.
Rheal grinned though, a grin that chilled him to the bone “oh, you think you’d not do well enough? I can assure you you’re perfect, and, if that’s the only problem…”
He almost cried out, but he certainly turned and ran, as again that taloned paw reached for him, claws wrapping around his middle, as the ground was taken from him, brought up into the air.
“You’ll like it, you’ll see”
“I said no, crazy dragon” he snapped, looking back, but those eyes… they weren’t angry, no… they were excited, too excited, that sort of childish excitement he knew there was no reasoning with… not at his size anyway “damn my luck…”
His insides almost bounced out of his throat, or it felt like that anyway, as the dragon sprang, and all too suddenly the ground truly fell away, air whipping till he couldn’t speak, only breathe. Every rise with those wings sent the tempo of his heartbeat racing… he was flying… no, he was taken by a dragon… this was how it ended…
The initial shock wore off, as time began to trickle by… the settlement was swept from sight not long after the dragon found a glide, but the jaws he’d expected didn’t come… not yet anyway, and he was getting used to the air. And, he was reluctant to admit it, but the world was quite beautiful from such a height.
Finally, he found the nerve to speak, gazing up to the arc of Rheal’s chest, since he couldn’t see the dragon’s head “So, where are you taking me…?”
He was a little surprised when the dragon immediately replied “I found this old ruin place, in a big forest… but I need a human to fit into it. I guess I could have opened it, but… I didn’t want to break it”
“Very thoughtful…” he sighed, and gripped a little tighter to the talons around his middle. Even being eaten sounded better than falling to his death. To pass the time, he surveyed the lands below, villages came and went, and it wasn’t long before they were beyond the regions he knew… the world was sprawled out like a map for him, he could imagine little pins placed down on the regions he’d adventured in. He was even finding a little spark of curiosity growing for unknown places he might visit. Although, there were reasons some places weren’t explored… reasons like dragons, and less mindful beasts with equal appetites…
At least he wasn’t cold… or, most of him wasn’t. The dragon, Rheal was quite warm, though that only helped the parts in direct contact, his legs were getting all the chill of the altitude and the rushing wind. Of course, he could ask Rheal to adjust his grip… but there was no way he was taking that risk…
He had no idea how long the dragon flew, but eventually he sank into something of a daze, just mindlessly watching the world speed by, idly interested when they swept over anything that looked human, but in the last few minutes, it was nothing but trees. Of course, then, finally Rheal began to descend, flight slowing, the gusts of those winds increasing in potency, choking the air from Johan’s lungs.
He threw his hands up before his face, dust, twigs, he was sure he even saw smaller rocks and branches thrown up in the winds off Rheal’s wings, little stings across his skin as he was caught in the tempest. And then, it all ended, with a thud that rocked through the dragon’s body. He dared open his eyes, just in time to be dropped onto his backside. For a few moments, he made himself do nothing but breathe, ignoring the thuds as the dragon walked on, once more cursing his luck. Largely because now he was in the middle of… who knew where, he’d rely on another such trip to get home…
When he felt recovered enough, he stood, and considered his surroundings. Trees, everywhere. He’d been in forests before, they, unnerved him, he never knew what to expect. He normally took solace in mapping his route, apply some level of control, but not here. This was truly the middle of some random forest, and he had no idea which way was out. He hurried after Rheal, though kept a wary eye on the rising and falling paws, and the tail… the tail worried him more, it was swaying back and forth like a muscular pendulum, forcing him to keep closer to those paws than he wanted… if he stayed too far back… he might get knocked over, or worse, by that tail… He didn’t speak, only watching the trees ahead, and occasionally the way the dragon walked, he got an unsettling view of the dragon’s hind feet every time he stepped… those thighs were powerful, those claws sharp… would Rheal even notice if he fell and was broken under the weight. The thought sent a shudder down his back, and filled him with a wish for home, his comfortable room where no dragons could fit…
Luckily for his sanity, as they moved, something more interesting began to appear… he could see the pale hue of exposed stone, which shaped itself into some sort of structure. It was a blocky thing, signs that once there may have been more, delicate decorations, which now laid in crumbled heaps of stone around the edges of the building. More noticeable was the door, it covered the entire side of the building they approached, and took Johan’s interest immediately, enough that he rushed past Rheal’s forepaws and began feeling in his wind-tossed bag for his tools.
He loved puzzles, solving the riddles and tricks of the ancients was almost euphoric, it told him he was worthy, that when in ages past, some ancestor, or several, had slaved away to create this masterpiece, that all along, he, had been who they’d put in all that effort for, so that he and only he could get in. He knew there was an edge of fantasy to such thoughts, but they kept his motivation up on the hardest challenges… and this was surely one. The door was huge and circular, runes of many a sort arrayed around the rim, oh… languages to translate, puzzles to solve, maybe even traps to avoid… he could spend days here.
Then his mood soured. Beside the door as he got close he saw he wasn’t the first here, a set of tools, not unlike his own, laid abandoned just by the door, a fire hastily kicked out, and a mug still steaming… well, he mused, if he had been examining a door, and heard a dragon coming, he’d abandon it for his life too… the other explorer must still be nearby… probably watching…
Rheal’s steps neared, making the liquid ripple till a gust of hot air blew along his back “here we are… see why I needed a human? Such a curious door… I couldn’t solve it without breaking something… and that’s pretty bad, I think”
“It is” Johan added quickly “but Rheal, we have a problem, see, it seems we’re not the first to…”
“Johan!” he winced as he heard his name, and a voice he recognised, all too well. With some reluctance, he realised he knew who had gotten here first.
“Leon” he put on a weak smile, turning, and yes… there was the well dressed, pompous horse’s arse of an explorer he had expected, storming closer, though, stopping outside of Rheal’s biting range, eyes lingering on the dragon
“So… the beast is with you, it is…?” Leon huffed in the way only someone with his sense of self-importance could “impressive, I suppose, to have a dragon follow you around. What’s wrong with it? Does meat turn its stomach…?”
Rheal gave an indignant snort “Hey, plants are pretty and they help us all breathe, I’d never be so cruel to the world to make prey of them”
That’s what you’re annoyed about here? Johan wondered with a wince, looking to the indignant dragon for a moment before back at his rival “I’m not here to steal the site… the dragon here wanted a human to open it for him, but since you’re here already…”
“I was here first” Rheal whined, his muzzle coming so close it bumped Johan against the wall “I’m an archaeologist too, and he wasn’t here when I got here, I just went off to… um, fetch my tools”
“Please don’t call me a tool…”
“A dragon archaeologist… now I see what’s wrong with him” Leon responded with a huffing cackle “look here dragon, if you leave the site, you abandon the site. And I’m here now”
“Well… you left it when I got here?”
“The distance is quite different…”
“Can we please stop this… the ridiculousness of this situation is driving me insane” Johan almost shouted into their discussion
“Well, alright” Rheal sighed a little, and, before Johan could say anything, padded a few steps, and without a pause, dipped his muzzle, scooping their competition up into his mouth. Johan could only gape, watching the dragon lick in the legs, bob his snout. A shifting of the scales under the jaw, which suddenly lurched downwards as Rheal lifted his head, jabbing up, swallowing, giving Johan a disturbingly good view of the lump which sank down the long, graceful curve of his neck to disappear under the collarbone. Johan stood in shocked silence, as Rheal licked his chops and padded back, seeming his perky self again “alright, problem solved, let’s get to Archeology!”
“You ate him” Johan observed, unsure how to respond, he… honestly didn’t know what to say to that
“Yep, resolves the issue, right? He can’t claim our site if he’s eaten, so let’s get to it”
He stared over the dragon, tail swishing, eyes bright and keen while somewhere in there Johan’s long term rival was… stewing. On the one hand, he didn’t miss Leon, on the other hand… he couldn’t condone that… right?
He shook his head, just another thing to add to the list of emotional traumas the day had given him “alright… alright, let’s look at this door”
Dropping the issue felt wrong… being eaten he imagined would feel worse, and Rheal was leaning in close, bubbling with excitement. At least Leon had known the risks of coming into the unknown… even if dragon archaeologists eating you for digging rights was… not on the standard list.
“Rheal could you… stop breathing down my neck, it’s very, very distracting” he didn’t add that the recent devouring made it even more distracting, but luckily the dragon obliged, wandering off as Johan set to work, finally finding a sliver of calm, a sliver he nurtured, till he actually managed to relax and become absorbed in the door. His hands traced the runes, considering how the components fit together. It was complicated, there were so many moving parts, some runes could be pressed, there had to be some sort of order to them… A smile lit his face as in his journal he noted the placement of them all, which ones seemed they might move, which ones seemed to be pressed in, how they changed with the differing circles, even noting how frequently each symbol appeared… and rough translations from memory.
“Oh, this is good…” a grin lit his face, finally things were brightening up “this could be the greatest challenge of my career”
Then the crash happened. It started as the threatening creak and crackle of stone on stone, before a boom of sound, clatter, and crash, making the stone he sat on tremble, his sense of calm collapsing as quickly as his hands went through his hair as if he might pull it out “Oh... Rheal…” he hurried around the side of the building and gaped. Rheal’s paw was hovering in the air, a nervous smile to the features of the dragon, he even thought he saw a red flush on those scales, for under his paw, before him, the wall and ceiling of the structure had collapsed into an ungainly heap of sun-bleached stone.
“What did you do…”
“I just… there were these leaves all over it, so I thought, I’d just brush them off, make it look neat and tidy…”
Johan approached which the dragon was speaking, looking over the miserable heap of stone, feeling along the clinging vines “Rheal… this is ivy, it’s attached to the stone”
“Oh… I guess that’s why it didn’t come off at first, I thought I was being too gentle, so I, uh…”
Johan sighed, peering into the gloom… at least the whole thing hadn’t come down “isn’t this exactly why you dragged me here, to stop… this, from happening?”
“Well… yes” Rheal admitted but the hole, it’s not that big, you could fit through there, and I can’t, you’ll still be useful”
Johan eyed the hole warily, observing the uselessness of his work on the door… he might as well “just… don’t touch it, not a claw, while I’m in there… alright?”
“Of course…”
Filled with anything but confidence, he approached the rend in the structure, and, though reluctantly, clambered over the wrecked stone. It wouldn’t be the first structure he’d found broken, where the hole had been the most sensible choice, but, that didn’t make him feel much better… Either way, he eased inside, glad that the floor wasn’t too much deeper from what they could see outside, though it was on an angle… clearly this place had been built deep. Briefly he looked along the passage to the still shut door, bidding farewell to the challenge before easing deeper.
It was an odd place… some sort of temple, it looked like. Not too much deeper and he found an open room, seating all around, and a vast, magnificently preserved alter… gold decorations, and vast sprawling carvings on every wall… he dug into his pack for paper to take rubbings, considering the images as he did so… dragons seemed central, this must, he assumed, be one of the old dragon cults. He knew, back in the early ages, humans had worshipped dragons, but… once dragons and human had met properly and spoken, the cults disappeared quite quickly. Must be hard to maintain a religion when everything you worship tells you to stop being stupid…
Their imagery was beautiful though, vast winged dragons spread across the sky, humans crouching to earth. It was why, he had been told, they’d built their temples down, not up, because dragons alone were allowed to rule the sky, by their rules. They’d never built anything taller than a tree grew.
He didn’t tarry, worried that a certain dragon would get impatient… and try to come and see. He could feel Rheal’s footsteps through the ground… he took his rubbings, packing them for later, and approached the alter… there, was the prize of this place… a beautiful golden dragon figurine, sat, with wings wide, and sapphires for eyes. Every detail was lovingly, beautifully done… every scale, the veining on the wings… he’d spent enough time with Rheal to attest to its realistic nature… it reminded him of Rheal actually, a lot… an awful lot… A scowl darkened his countenance for a moment, as he hefted the figurine, and began to make his way out.
Rheal began to bounce around with excitement on sight of Johan, spurring Johan to run as more rocks began to tumble from the breakages. Though he got out unscathed, placing the figure down for Rheal to see.
“Rheal” Johan began in as gentle a voice as he could “how, did you come to learn about this place…”
“Oh, my grandfather told me about it, said some humans used to worship him here, silly, huh?”
“So, that’s why the statue looks like you?”
“I’m told I resemble him a bit, why?”
Johan groaned “so this whole trip was… getting something you already knew was here?”
“I didn’t know what was here… only that it was old and human” Rheal defenced himself, flicking his tail “besides… we got this pretty thing”
“Well, what do we do with it?”
The dragon seemed to consider for a moment, before grinning “you can keep it, partner, I don’t need it, besides, I can have it when you die, I’ll live a whole lot longer than you”
Johan sighed, that was a sure thing, especially since the dragon would probably eat him eventually “well… thanks, I think. I guess we should go back now?”
“mmm… oh, I suppose so” Rheal noted, looking off “Yes… you’ll be better off with your own kind till I need you again”
“Again…?”
“Oh yes” Rheal grinned “this worked so well, I can’t wait for more”
Johan packed his things, quietly… should he just ask to be eaten now, he wondered briefly, get it over with… well, maybe the trip hadn’t been that bad, it had been archaeology for a change…
He had plenty of time to think it over, anyway, as Rheal scooped him up like a living trowel and flew off. Briefly he had a panic on whether Rheal was capable of telling towns apart… and if he’d just drop him at the nearest one before flying off, but… it seemed they were on the same route, and time began to drift by, so he relaxed, slightly. Once more he fell into a daze… his pack was heavier now, but otherwise this was just like when he’d been flown there in the first place… the drifting scenery was calming in a way.
He only came out of his stupor when he began to recognise things, like his town as Rheal banked and arced, drifting down in a lazy spiral. He got to watch the hind talons jab forward and grasp ground, taking the impact of the dragon’s weight with the groan of muscle, one forepaw hitting ground to balance, the other dropping Johan before doing so also.
Slowly he eased to his feet, looking around the familiar street, the same buildings, the same people, though currently fleeing in terror into their homes. His same old trader’s office…
“So… back home “he murmured, yelping, and jumping forward as he felt a long, wet stroke soak the back of his clothes, looking around just as Rheal’s tongue slid back into his jaws
“This was fun, little human”
“sure… fun” he looked to his pack… to be fair, he’d gained a lot. This was not a partnership he’d have chosen, it was going to be a lot of work… but, maybe it would be fruitful “I suppose, I’ll be here when you need me…”
Rheal rumbled, wings spreading “I’ll be back for you as soon as I find a new spot”
As soon, hmm? He considered, as he watched the dragon leap and fly… would that be later today, tomorrow, a week… several years… would it be after his lifetime? Who knew with a dragon. He imagined though, it wouldn’t be too long… that dragon was excitable.
He watched until Rheal disappeared from sight, before heading into his office…toward his employer’s room… he had a few choice words.
Mark looked… surprised, to see him. Or it seemed that way as he shouldered through the door, managing to get his employer to jump half out of his chair.
“goodness… Johan, you look a mess”
He paused, and looked over himself. His clothes were torn in a few places, the wind had blown everything out of place, and he was covered in rock dust. He hadn’t noticed “Nevertheless, I’m back”
Mark twisted his hands a little… he looked, jittery “so, Johan, after you… left, I found myself in, heated debates with some of the other staff as to your, allocation, and was convinced that it was perhaps, unfair to assign you like that”
Meaning, Johan reflected, that every other employee came in here furious at the thought they might be handed to a dragon next. “go on…”
“So, on thought, I’m willing to consider any proposals you may have regarding disentangling yourself with the beast”
Johan smiled a little… this was new, having his boss at least partially over a barrel “I don’t think I will… Rheal is actually quite a caring dragon… especially regarding my wellbeing… I’ll keep him as an employer… on that note, anything I, acquire, while working with him… is mine, not yours, so we’re clear”
“Of course, of course” Mark answered, reluctantly “wouldn’t want the dragon thinking we’re short changing his helper…”
“And I think I shouldn’t be thrown onto the long, tiresome, treks anymore… wouldn’t want me away from here too long if he comes looking for me… he’d probably just sit and wait… bad for business”
“Of course…”
Johan smiled lightly “good man, I’m a bit tired… we can discuss the rest of the arrangement after I’ve had a sleep, and time to go over my findings… need to have them done before he gets back, wouldn’t want him, unhappy”
“Sure… take tomorrow off to do that…”
“Might take a couple of days, but we’ll play that by ear” Johan grinned, sauntering out of his employer’s office, reaching into his pack as he went towards his rooms, pulling out the figurine. The weight was aching his shoulder, and it was more comfortable to carry in his hands, for a bit… he looked it over, stroking a finger under the jaw…it really did look Like Rheal… that dragon… who knew, this could really be the start of something great…