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Spring, 1325
Elder Potter was an old and frail man with deep sunken cheekbones who leaned a bit too hard on his walking staff and had a bit of a nervous tic. He served as Stanton’s mayor, arbiter, adviser and representative-in short, anyone with any problems would run to him.
The Elder was helped over to the table by his daughter Sonia, before taking out the bulawa that symbolized his authority over the town and placing it on the table.
“I see that our town's troubles have spread.” The old man stated. “That is both good and bad. Sooner or later, someone will be able to end the threats posed by our troublesome neighbor, but until then a lot of fools and scammers will cause commotion among our little community. We’ve already had quite a few would-be dragonslayers come into our midst and set out to find the creature; none have ever returned. What makes you think you’ll do any better?”
“I am Logan Durham of Lynchburg, Slayer of the Dragon of Bellevue and-”
“Yes, yes I got your titles, thank you. Now the Town of Stanton has been menaced by this dragon for some time now, Mr. Durham, and is prepared to pay handsomely for the attacks to cease.”
Logan shook his head, and leaned back upon his chair, folding his arms.
“I always take payment first.”
“If we paid every potential dragonslayer in advance then we’d be broke by the end of the year. Besides, how do we know you won’t just skip out on us?”
“I am a man of my word.”
“Even if you were, you’d just as easily end up dead.”
“Do you doubt my abilities? I assure you upon my honor.”
“We are not a wealthy community, and we need conclusive proof of success before a coin can be given.”
Logan laughed, raising his awlpike and pointing it at the upper rafters of the Dancing Wolf before Sheriff Wilcox suspiciously shifted beside him.
“Soon enough, Stanton will be proud to boast of the dragon’s head displayed here above us.”
“It would be better to just drive it off-killing is not necessary.”
The hunter stopped.
“What does that mean?”
“Never mind.” Elder Potter brushed off the comment with a gesture of his hand. “I will not question how you do your job. However-” The old man pointed at Logan as the hunter stacked his weapon again. “Explain why you need advance payment.”
“The costs associated with dragon hunting are high. What would I do if I slay the dragon and your town refuses to pay? Would I have to kidnap children to get fair compensation?”
The statement did not go over well. Abruptly, Sheriff Wilcox grabbed Logan, bodily lifting him from his seat to shove the hunter out the door.
“Get out.”
“Hey!”
“Why are we playing games with these types of people?” The sheriff fumed at the Town Elder. “Give me control over the town's resources and I'll find the dragon's lair and slay it myself!”
Elder Potter raised his bulawa into the air, stopping further activity. “Let him go, Sheriff. We've been over this. Too many folks in our community have already been lost in this conflict. If one of these dragonslayers can drive off the dragon, then we'll humor their coarseness.”
After a pause, Sheriff Wilcox huffed and dropped Logan back into his seat.
The town Elder continued on. “Still, I remind you Mr. Durham, though we will humor your demands, we can likely find someone cheaper who is also less aggregating.”
The slightly disheveled hunter brushed himself off. “Sorry.”
“Your request for resources is fair, but advance payment is not. Instead, I can request supplies and equipment for your attempt, as well as provision and a place to stay while you prepare.”
Logan paused. Stanton was driving a hard bargain. Usually towns were desperate for someone to try to stop further attacks. “Very well, what are your exact terms?” He finally asked.
“500 crowns of gold. Payable upon clear evidence that the dragon no longer poses a threat to our town. We will support your provisions, food and board for a week while you prepare. That is the only deal you will get from us.”
Logan looked at Elder Potter, his daughter, and the giant that was Sheriff Wilcox. It did not look like better terms could be obtained. The hunter sighed.
“Fine. Agreed.”
Elder Potter nodded. “Good. I’ll talk to Bidgewell and Blythe to make the necessary arrangements. Sheriff Wilcox, show the hunter where he could acquire provisions for his expedition and tell him everything we know about the dragon and his lair.”
Logan got up from his chair, as did Elder Potter with help from his daughter. They formally shook hands.
“Take care of yourself, hunter.” The elder stated. “Too many people have passed our way only to never return.”
Logan was slightly annoyed-this transaction had gone nowhere as well as he would have liked. The hunter took a last draught from his mug. Having obtained some liquid courage, Logan slammed the mug onto the bar bench with a final bit of bravado.
“Trust me: with my ability, the dragon will be dead within the week.”
As the Sheriff quickly and grumpily began pushing the hunter out the door, Elder Potter brushed the comment away.
“Arrogance never killed anything.”
Ennio Morricone - A Fistful of Dollars Theme
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Chickenzaur!
Elder Potter was an old and frail man with deep sunken cheekbones who leaned a bit too hard on his walking staff and had a bit of a nervous tic. He served as Stanton’s mayor, arbiter, adviser and representative-in short, anyone with any problems would run to him.
The Elder was helped over to the table by his daughter Sonia, before taking out the bulawa that symbolized his authority over the town and placing it on the table.
“I see that our town's troubles have spread.” The old man stated. “That is both good and bad. Sooner or later, someone will be able to end the threats posed by our troublesome neighbor, but until then a lot of fools and scammers will cause commotion among our little community. We’ve already had quite a few would-be dragonslayers come into our midst and set out to find the creature; none have ever returned. What makes you think you’ll do any better?”
“I am Logan Durham of Lynchburg, Slayer of the Dragon of Bellevue and-”
“Yes, yes I got your titles, thank you. Now the Town of Stanton has been menaced by this dragon for some time now, Mr. Durham, and is prepared to pay handsomely for the attacks to cease.”
Logan shook his head, and leaned back upon his chair, folding his arms.
“I always take payment first.”
“If we paid every potential dragonslayer in advance then we’d be broke by the end of the year. Besides, how do we know you won’t just skip out on us?”
“I am a man of my word.”
“Even if you were, you’d just as easily end up dead.”
“Do you doubt my abilities? I assure you upon my honor.”
“We are not a wealthy community, and we need conclusive proof of success before a coin can be given.”
Logan laughed, raising his awlpike and pointing it at the upper rafters of the Dancing Wolf before Sheriff Wilcox suspiciously shifted beside him.
“Soon enough, Stanton will be proud to boast of the dragon’s head displayed here above us.”
“It would be better to just drive it off-killing is not necessary.”
The hunter stopped.
“What does that mean?”
“Never mind.” Elder Potter brushed off the comment with a gesture of his hand. “I will not question how you do your job. However-” The old man pointed at Logan as the hunter stacked his weapon again. “Explain why you need advance payment.”
“The costs associated with dragon hunting are high. What would I do if I slay the dragon and your town refuses to pay? Would I have to kidnap children to get fair compensation?”
The statement did not go over well. Abruptly, Sheriff Wilcox grabbed Logan, bodily lifting him from his seat to shove the hunter out the door.
“Get out.”
“Hey!”
“Why are we playing games with these types of people?” The sheriff fumed at the Town Elder. “Give me control over the town's resources and I'll find the dragon's lair and slay it myself!”
Elder Potter raised his bulawa into the air, stopping further activity. “Let him go, Sheriff. We've been over this. Too many folks in our community have already been lost in this conflict. If one of these dragonslayers can drive off the dragon, then we'll humor their coarseness.”
After a pause, Sheriff Wilcox huffed and dropped Logan back into his seat.
The town Elder continued on. “Still, I remind you Mr. Durham, though we will humor your demands, we can likely find someone cheaper who is also less aggregating.”
The slightly disheveled hunter brushed himself off. “Sorry.”
“Your request for resources is fair, but advance payment is not. Instead, I can request supplies and equipment for your attempt, as well as provision and a place to stay while you prepare.”
Logan paused. Stanton was driving a hard bargain. Usually towns were desperate for someone to try to stop further attacks. “Very well, what are your exact terms?” He finally asked.
“500 crowns of gold. Payable upon clear evidence that the dragon no longer poses a threat to our town. We will support your provisions, food and board for a week while you prepare. That is the only deal you will get from us.”
Logan looked at Elder Potter, his daughter, and the giant that was Sheriff Wilcox. It did not look like better terms could be obtained. The hunter sighed.
“Fine. Agreed.”
Elder Potter nodded. “Good. I’ll talk to Bidgewell and Blythe to make the necessary arrangements. Sheriff Wilcox, show the hunter where he could acquire provisions for his expedition and tell him everything we know about the dragon and his lair.”
Logan got up from his chair, as did Elder Potter with help from his daughter. They formally shook hands.
“Take care of yourself, hunter.” The elder stated. “Too many people have passed our way only to never return.”
Logan was slightly annoyed-this transaction had gone nowhere as well as he would have liked. The hunter took a last draught from his mug. Having obtained some liquid courage, Logan slammed the mug onto the bar bench with a final bit of bravado.
“Trust me: with my ability, the dragon will be dead within the week.”
As the Sheriff quickly and grumpily began pushing the hunter out the door, Elder Potter brushed the comment away.
“Arrogance never killed anything.”
Ennio Morricone - A Fistful of Dollars Theme
From
Chickenzaur!
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
Size 3342 x 2481px
File Size 1.86 MB
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