Chapter 12
One day ago, In a settlement deep in a forest.
Amarak, The green Dragon read over the note in his paw. He turned to the entrance of the pleasant little hut, as Loyran, another green Dragon, as well as being his son, entered with some meat in a sack held tightly in his mouth. He set it down on a table at the far end of the room ,and turned to his father. "What's our contract?" Loyran asked.
"Pretty simple. We merely need to deliver some good quality ingots to the smithy in Warfang castle." Amarak replied. These two were freelance craftsman, and deliverers. They were contracted to make something, and deliver it to someone. It wasn't always easy work ,but it made them a decent living in the settlement in which they made their home.
"Warfang, huh? When do we set out?" Loyran asked.
"Soon, Get some traveling supplies." Amarak replied, putting the letter away. Loyran nodded, and went to the back. He met his father out front, and began to load up the wagon that they used to carry their supplies. "Loyran, I want you to not talk to anyone when we reach Warfang." Amarak said.
"Why, father? Is something wrong there?" Loyran asked as his father got into positon, and began to move the wagon.
"I have heard form traveling merchants, of chaos in the streets, and of some kind of Conspiracy. I want to get in and out as fast as possible. So, No lollygagging, understand?"
"Yes, father. I understand." Loyran replied. They set out, and headed down the road. Soon enough, they hit the fork in the road. They took the path that would take them clear to Warfang. They walked for several hour,s and the forest around them slowly thinned out, turning to a large plain, gently dotted with trees.
After a time, they passed back into forested land, and soon, it became dim. The canopy was thick. Soon, however, after about 5 hours of travel, they arrived at another fork. They took a left, and continued, the road running alongside a valley. As they traveled, they soon came across the decaying body of a giant scorpion.
They spent the night just off the road. The tow sat in silence for some time. Loyran looked to his father, then back to the campfire, and back to his father again. "Father, what all do you know of whats happening in warfang? What spawned the chaos in the streets? What kind of Conspiracy is it?"
"I am afraid I do not know..." Amarak replied. "I just know that merchants have vowed to not do more business there form the poor treatment. And here I was thinking Meinsar would be like his father..." Amarak shook his head. "I guess it was too much to hope for. At least we aren't dictated by that city." Amarak lay down and closed his eyes. "Get some sleep, son."
Loyran looked at his father for some time, and finally, he complied. The following morning, they proceeded from their campsite, and proceeded into the Warfang wastes. They moved for some time, before a frightening shriek echoed throughout the area. "What was THAT!" Loyran asked, as he was filled with sudden terror.
"I don't know, but stay here. I'm going to investigate." Amarak said, clearly nervous himself. They had never heard such a shriek.
"Fathe,r le tme come with you-"
"Stay here, son! I don't want you getting hurt." And with that, Amarak took flight.