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Bayzog and Sasha. “Say Wizards, do you have any of that water? I need something to hold me over. I’m so hungry I could eat goat horns.”
“Certainly,” Sasha said. “We have other things we can procure as well, but it will take some time.”
“It’s got to be better than hunting,” Dragon said, stretching out his great scaled arms and yawning. “I think I’ve done enough of that today. Tried to catch a fish and almost caught my death.” He climbed up the bank, took a seat on the grass, and motioned for Ben to come over.
Ben took a seat beside him.
Dragon patted him on the back.
“How did you know, Ben?”
“Know what?”
“That I needed help?” Dragon’s face was puzzled.
“Well, I don’t know,” he said. “I just knew. And Brenwar, well, he knew too, because he came over right at the same time I did.”
Dragon shook his head and huffed a little laugh.
“You know, Ben, you’re right. I need my friends. Without them, I would have died.”
Ben patted Dragon’s knee. “We need you too.”
“Well, you deserve better than me,” Nath said. “And I promise to do better. Honestly Ben, I just don’t want to put anyone in danger.” Nath’s voice was solemn and humble. “Shum died because of me. Almost everyone did. That’s not easy to live with. I just want those evil doers dead.” He jammed Dragon Claw in the ground.
“Me too,” Ben said , nodding. “Me too.”
They didn’t speak after that. Ben watched Bayzog and Sasha do their thing, and Dragon kept his eyes on the river. Ben glanced back at him from time to time, but Dragon didn’t seem to notice. He sat there like a statue. A large muscular Man with black scales that stretched across his arms to his shoulders. His features were chiseled and his face was like polished stone. The wind whipping through his red hair was the only thing that seemed real about him.
Dragon sniffed the air. “Mmmm, something smells good.” He patted his stomach and headed towards Bayzog and Sasha.
Ben fell in step right behind him.
A sand bar l ay along the river bank and Brenwar had stacked up some wood and begun a fire.
Bayzog and Sasha bowed when they arrived.
“I hope you like!” Sasha grabbed both of them by the arms and led them down the riverbank.
Ben’s jaw dropped open. Dragon’s eyes were golden plates.
“How did you …?” Ben started to say, but he had to swallow the water in his mouth. “And where did the …?”
Sasha giggled and Bayzog laughed.
A table and eight chairs sat in the sand, loaded with every dish he could imagine. A roasted hog stuffed with an apple, a turkey as big as a pig, steaming potatoes, vegetables, pies, and jugs of water and wine. Silverware sparkled in the setting sun with cloth napkins laid along the sides. It was a feast.
“I ’ve, well, we’ve,” Bayzog said, “never cast this spell before and we didn’t know what to expect. I assume it was meant for a larger gathering.”
“Is it real?” Ben asked.
Brenwar ripped off a leg of turkey and tore a hunk off with his teeth.
“ Mmmm,” he grumbled, “It’s as real as my beard.”
***
Ben stuffed a handful of meat into his mouth, chewed it up and washed it down with some sort of delicious wine. Sasha gently carved small bits of food on her plate and Bayzog did the same. Brenwar bit into chunks of ham that were poised on his knife. He grunted and his brows lifted up and down with a Dwarven sort of praise. He did have one complaint.
“No ale?” he said, eyeing the bottom of a jug he had drained.
“Sorry,” Bayzog said, “but I didn’t know what to expect.”
Nath stuffed the feast in his mouth with his claws and a heaping spoon. He smiled a lot and talked little and ate as fast as Brenwar. He was putting food down like he’d never eaten it before. The pair kept eating long after the others finished and most of the food was gone.
Ben stood up at the end of the table and cleared his throat.
“Ahem.”
Sasha and Bayzog
“Certainly,” Sasha said. “We have other things we can procure as well, but it will take some time.”
“It’s got to be better than hunting,” Dragon said, stretching out his great scaled arms and yawning. “I think I’ve done enough of that today. Tried to catch a fish and almost caught my death.” He climbed up the bank, took a seat on the grass, and motioned for Ben to come over.
Ben took a seat beside him.
Dragon patted him on the back.
“How did you know, Ben?”
“Know what?”
“That I needed help?” Dragon’s face was puzzled.
“Well, I don’t know,” he said. “I just knew. And Brenwar, well, he knew too, because he came over right at the same time I did.”
Dragon shook his head and huffed a little laugh.
“You know, Ben, you’re right. I need my friends. Without them, I would have died.”
Ben patted Dragon’s knee. “We need you too.”
“Well, you deserve better than me,” Nath said. “And I promise to do better. Honestly Ben, I just don’t want to put anyone in danger.” Nath’s voice was solemn and humble. “Shum died because of me. Almost everyone did. That’s not easy to live with. I just want those evil doers dead.” He jammed Dragon Claw in the ground.
“Me too,” Ben said , nodding. “Me too.”
They didn’t speak after that. Ben watched Bayzog and Sasha do their thing, and Dragon kept his eyes on the river. Ben glanced back at him from time to time, but Dragon didn’t seem to notice. He sat there like a statue. A large muscular Man with black scales that stretched across his arms to his shoulders. His features were chiseled and his face was like polished stone. The wind whipping through his red hair was the only thing that seemed real about him.
Dragon sniffed the air. “Mmmm, something smells good.” He patted his stomach and headed towards Bayzog and Sasha.
Ben fell in step right behind him.
A sand bar l ay along the river bank and Brenwar had stacked up some wood and begun a fire.
Bayzog and Sasha bowed when they arrived.
“I hope you like!” Sasha grabbed both of them by the arms and led them down the riverbank.
Ben’s jaw dropped open. Dragon’s eyes were golden plates.
“How did you …?” Ben started to say, but he had to swallow the water in his mouth. “And where did the …?”
Sasha giggled and Bayzog laughed.
A table and eight chairs sat in the sand, loaded with every dish he could imagine. A roasted hog stuffed with an apple, a turkey as big as a pig, steaming potatoes, vegetables, pies, and jugs of water and wine. Silverware sparkled in the setting sun with cloth napkins laid along the sides. It was a feast.
“I ’ve, well, we’ve,” Bayzog said, “never cast this spell before and we didn’t know what to expect. I assume it was meant for a larger gathering.”
“Is it real?” Ben asked.
Brenwar ripped off a leg of turkey and tore a hunk off with his teeth.
“ Mmmm,” he grumbled, “It’s as real as my beard.”
***
Ben stuffed a handful of meat into his mouth, chewed it up and washed it down with some sort of delicious wine. Sasha gently carved small bits of food on her plate and Bayzog did the same. Brenwar bit into chunks of ham that were poised on his knife. He grunted and his brows lifted up and down with a Dwarven sort of praise. He did have one complaint.
“No ale?” he said, eyeing the bottom of a jug he had drained.
“Sorry,” Bayzog said, “but I didn’t know what to expect.”
Nath stuffed the feast in his mouth with his claws and a heaping spoon. He smiled a lot and talked little and ate as fast as Brenwar. He was putting food down like he’d never eaten it before. The pair kept eating long after the others finished and most of the food was gone.
Ben stood up at the end of the table and cleared his throat.
“Ahem.”
Sasha and Bayzog
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