fandomhigh | A New You, Tuesday, Period Two

"Mornin', class," Fjord drawled, looking fairly at ease as his students made thier way into the Danger Shop today. "I hope the break treated you well."

He'd woken up one morning in bed, choking on seawater. Yours had probably at least been off to a better start than his.

"Last we met, you all had an opportunity to wind down and stock up." Yeah, he'd basically just let you run free. Not every week could be an 'on' week. "You wandered the town, you learned a few things, you got some new equipment, well done."

You officially did better with shopping episodes than Fjord did.

"The Captain of the Guard still has that job for you, and now that some of the cleanup in the wake of the attack is well in hand, she's actually seeking you out herself."

He stepped back, and the simulated town around them - still showing signs of damage from the attack a few weeks prior - roared to life. A silver-scaled Dragonborn woman, taller and broader than... most of you, anyway, made her way to the group, a look of purpose in her eye.

"You lot," she said, her tone low and commanding. "What do you know... about wyrmlings?"

[OOC: Open class is openy.]

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"If it's never been a problem, why are they worried?" Jatila asked.

And now that thoughtful look was turning into a speculative stare.

"Because," she said simply, "it's a dragon."

A moment later, she relented.

"Even a small dragon is a dangerous one. And with the gnolls growing bolder and the kobold activity a while back, people are worried about anything out of the ordinary. When that 'anything' breathes fire and has a fondness for fresh meat, people want to know that this recent boldness doesn't mean we'll have a wyrm tearing into them next."

"What do you usually do with pests?" Jatila asked. "Why not put out some poisoned meat?"

And congratulations, Jatila. you'd managed to actually vaguely offend the captain of the guard.

"Would you eat a chunk of meat you've just found sitting around somewhere?"

"I'm not a wyrmling," Jatila said. "If it's smart enough not to just eat anything, then isn't it smart enough to avoid the town when there's plenty of other animals around to eat?"

"It's smart enough to have a conversation with, if you speak draconic and don't stand a good chance of tasting good," the Captain replied, faintly exasperated. "The point I'm trying to make here is that it is coming closer to town, and nobody knows why. And the not knowing... people don't like that."

"So ask it," Lana pointed out. "You speak Draconic, don't you? Put on armor, use some sort of spell to talk at a distance, and ask."

She spoke Draconic, too, but she wasn't going to volunteer that just yet.

The Captain crossed her arms over her chest, going from 'exasperated' to 'annoyed.'

"If you don't want the job, simply say so and spare me the time," she growled. "I'm no wizard, I can't just throw my voice at a whim to any dragon wandering by. What I am is busy with rebuilding efforts after the attack of the..."

She waved a clawed hand vaguely.

"Whatever they were."

Even the danger shop sims were judging your programming abilities, Fjord.

"Just wondering why it is you're foisting this job off on people who can fight monsters, if it's just a matter of getting information," Jatila said.

"Because," the Captain said, in a slow, slow drawl that suggested she thought Jatila might be particularly slow, "it's a dragon."

If one needed to have it explained to them why one might want to exercise caution when confronting a fire-breathing carnivore about its steady approach toward the territory of meaty morsels, they were likely beyond help.

Jatila rolled her eyes. "Look, do you want it talked to, or do you want it killed?"

"The answer to the second part of that question really rather depends on the results of the first, wouldn't you say?"

"If you say so." Really, you could kill the thing or not without talking to it.

"Give me all your information and what you're paying, and I'll think about it, if I have the time."

The Captain sighed, rolled her eyes rather expressively, and then bowed her head. Her hands were tied, she supposed, what with the damages left behind that she still needed to survey here.

"Very well. I'll have a map drawn up of locations where the wyrmling has been spotted, and I'll check to see exactly how much can be spared from the town's treasury. I suspect there will be enough to make you and the rest of your party comfortable for some time."

Jatila shrugged. Or it would make just her very rich, if the thing would talk. Who needed other people?

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