With that said, here's the
PROLOGUE
There are very few things in the world worse than a drunk faerie. Beet red faces, incoherent speech, inability to use magic, and excessive aggression are just some of the signs that a faerie is drunk, and the Mud Hole Tavern was famous for housing fairies exhibiting all three such symptoms.
Corporal Grub Kelp wasn't a frequent visitor to the tavern, but a dare was a dare. He couldn't just refuse, not with half of recon looking on. He'd even agreed not to bring Trouble along, his big brother would have just gone and told mom anyways.
Taking another swig from the grimy cup of alcoholic something or other he'd ordered, Grub looked around for his friends from recon. They'd all left, how strange. "I guess they'd sumwhere t'be" the elf muttered aloud. He'd stay for awhile, this drink stuff wasn't so bad once you got used to the taste. And he was feeling a little woozy, best not to stand up just yet.
Something large and scaly slithered into the chair across from Kelp, handing the recon officer another mug of the mystery drink. Grub stared at him, blinking dumbly. "U're not from the r'con, ar'ye?" He asked incoherently, "Y'look like a messed up goblin y'weirdo"
The scaled creature contemplated this for a moment, then spoke in a hissing, scratching voice. "You're from the recon, the goblins say you think you know everything. If you know everything, please tell me: what is it that dragons do?"
At the time, this seemed like a perfectly reasonable question to Grub. And he wasn't really so weird, once you looked at him. No, he looked very friendly. Yes, very friendly."They kidn'p princes's, duuh!" He said, slamming his mug down for emphasis. "But now th'kings'r gone, now the shtupid council's in ch'rge, so they's like th'kings I'guess."
The creature nodded. "Oh, okay." He said, almost cheerfully behind all the hissing and scratching. So friendly, such a nice, nice creature.
"Glad I c'd'elp" Replied Grub, finishing off his drink. The creature got up out of his seat with some difficulty, working his large scales out from where they had stuck into the wooden chair.
"Where y'going?" Asked the recon officer, disappointed to see his new friend leave. Not just a friend, a drinking buddy! Who's the mamma's elf now, eh? he thought with a private chuckle that came out as a loud guffaw.
"I'm going to kidnap some princesses." Said the dragon, walking out.
"O'kay, c'um back soon!" Called Grub after his new friend, smiling. Such a nice, friendly creature he was.
