The Kingdom's Capital

OOG: Shit, I didn't see your post Peter.

Dmitri finds a guard and he asks, "What is this? Why is this man tied up?" The Imperial sounds a bit angry and confused.

"You don't train a dragon!" Stu laughs.

"They train you!" He shouts, nearly falling from his chair.

"Oh that's because they are such good hiders!" He laughs, dodging the question.

"Bah! I'll bet you my beard I'll find one!" He guffaws.

"By Moradin, I'm going to fly!"

Ferrous walks around the capitol nervously. He'd happened to be near when Dmitri chased the thug in a surprisingly unnesecary act of vigilante justice that he believed to be the main reason for the crime. But at the same time Ferrous seems to be having a flare in his appetite. He looks at the corpses, and finds himself suddenly ravenous. He looks to see if anyone would notice if one of them... dissapeared into a conveniently placed alley.

Ferrous looks around the alley too, checking for company.

"Bah! My dragon would destroy their puny island!" Stu blurts out drunkenly.

Dragging the body back to the darkest corner Ferrous consumes his lunch.

After he finishes Ferrous checks the left over supplies for anything useful.

OOG: A Cooper Ring? Fuck yeah! So it has his face on it and everything?
Ferrous departs from his alley as nonchalantly as he can, when he remembers the others mentioning meeting at Noble Bar and finds his way there.

"Of course I do! She's just off terrorizing my foes!" Stu boasts.

OOG: Fuck, I meant copper. Shit I am tired.

Ferrous enters the bar, looking for Vedrick.

Dmitri slides the man onto the ground in front of the guard and spits on the tied up man. "This worthless scum here is a thief and a murderer. He killed for a coin purse and slew several others as he fled. I hope to see him hanged like the taffard he is."

Soufen pulls up a chair to Stu and the group, ale in hand.

He looks at Stu and Vedrick. "Redbeard. Whitebeard." He glances at the Prince. "Fancypants. I dunno about you guys, but all this atmosphere is... Different. You can practically smell the money."

You see Vedrick at the table with Soufen, Stu, and the Prince.


"Well thank you kind citizen. He will be hanged for what he has done." The Imperial picks up the man and hauls him away.


Sir Wreath grabs Soufen by the shoulder and jerks him towards him, "When you talk to Prince Fortesque, address him as such!"

"Sir Wreath, stand down. He knows not who I am." The Prince says and Sir Wreath releases his grip on Soufen and pushes his chair back in.


Vedrick looks at Soufen, "Well this is the richest bar in the whole city. Many nobles come to drink here."

"Aye." Stu slurrs "We were just talking about how much the prince would pay me for my dragon!" He says with a grin.

Stu bobs his head up and down. "Aye, aye. You cannot own a dragon! They are smarter than all of you put together!" Stu gestures to all at the table. "To say I owned a dragon would be as if I said I owned all of you!" He laughs.

OGG: tits