Luther puts his palms out.  “Listen, I’m not saying you’re not a Great and Terrible Wyrm.  Everyone here has the utmost respect for your Terribleness.”  The party bobs helmets.

I should hope.”  Fire belches out of Sturm’s mouth with every syllable.

“Here’s my offer: I could save you the trouble of a long and potentially fatal battle.  Look at this horde you’ve got here.” Luther picks up a glittering chalice.  “We’ll take some middling stuff, and leave you to your nap.  At no point will you get stabbed.”


Rutger leans over to Sala.  “Good call, picking up a Haggler.”


One Response to “Negotiations”

  1. sometimes, greg, i love you more than anything.

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