An emissary was sent to the mountain, an old forest hag who knows the Wormtongue.
Our dragon, which she spoke to at length, is from the East. It doesn’t want to burn our crops, to eat our children, or to hoard our gold. It was very regretful about Lord Radken, and also the Prince and his men, but self-defense is every thinking being’s right.
Apparently all it really wants, in addition to the occasional livestock sacrifice, is for some of the prettier village girls to regularly come read to it. It has it’s own books, but they’re all so small…
oddly, I just Stumbled upon this picture, which matches this story perfectly!ReplyDelete