At first some words as a small prologue: This never ever was planned to be a fanfiction!!!
When I was playing Neverwinter Nights a year ago I started to post one or two screenshots of the actual gameplay on my homepage and wrote tiny, somehow fitting scenes or dialogues. I called them "snippets" and had a lot of fun with them ... until one day they claimed more and more of my time and keyboard work and grew into my first fanfiction. Oooops!

So - this is a very strange "expermient": a story with no beginning - you have to do your best to find and fit into it! - and certainly written in a terrible, hair-raising english (the original is hair-raising german :lol:)
Well- if you are daredevil enough or have a good or charming hairdresser feel free to join my halfling rougue Teloki and his elven companion Linu in her discussion about dragons. And please feel free to note me of mind-killing mistakes!

"How to deal with dragons?"

Back in the tavern Teloki watches the fumes ascending from the hot wines surface. With his eyes half-closed he looks just like a cat, that after a successful hunt snuggels into a sunlit spot, praises the past with a content purr, glories in the "here and now" and slyly with sparkling halfmoon-eyes peers into the future.

"It's fun to deal with dragons", he declares, fondly caressing the sturdy wallet beneath his cloak.
"It has been fun, to deal with THIS dragon. For once!", Linu chipped in displeased, while she tenderly brightens the top of her thorn-armored club using the cuff of her robe.
"Dragons are tall, dangerous creatures. They'll freeze you, toast you, mangle you, trample you down ...", she patronizes.
"Pff! Dragons are tall, toffee-nosed beings. They count on that you believe in those old wives' tales and they hope that this fear alone will lead you straight into the Silent Lords arms."

With a gentle laugh Teloki Shadowfur shakes his head, His glance touches the bulky leathern sack sheltering the true treasure of Akkulatraxas. Not the piffling reward of a thousand goldpieces, that the worm gave him for getting him rid of a Hill Giants gang, not the exceedingly useless Seven-Mile-Boots (Only fat fainthearts would wear this stuff!) or the Amulet of Protection, that the old saurian graciously yielded to his "tiny pet" Teloki.

Carefully hidden and wrapped into warming drapery two dragon eggs slumber on their way into a yet unsettled future. Prey. A fair price a big-mouthed dragon has to pay a sticky-fingered thief as compensation for a small-minded reward.
How to deal with dragons? That way!