"Take us there," Goom commanded. His eyes narrowed and a smile made its way to the corner of his mouth. "Great plan. I love it," Dennis added dismissively. "And what about the ale?"
"Well, what is the right answer if you're so smart?" Dennis asked. "I don't know," he replied. He made a mental note to ask his brother when he saw him again.
He knew that they'd save him for the dragon. Murt felt an icy bite at the back of his neck. Nothing more than the breath of an early winter, he told himself.
Goom, Murt, and Fewla went back to their game, but it took several more drinks before Goom could get Gilda's story out of his mind. The next morning, Goom awoke to a pounding headache - no surprise th...
Crack! A branch snapped behind them. Simultaneously, the trio turned around and stared at the figure before them. Goom recoiled in fear. There was a clashing of swords then silence. Luckily, the clash...