12-27-2015, 08:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-27-2015, 09:52 PM by Magikeeper.)
The taller of the two nods at the offering, lightly grasping a shot but leaving it at that. The fidgety Garza, for his part, downs a shot of courage and fingers a second. "Well, a couple? I just want confirmation the pirates are there, you don't need to fight them."
The taller one scoffs at the notion. "A couple? Garza, you need to send more people. The dragon's.. wait, let me start from the beginning." The hunter clears his throat and continues. "I'm Dalton, a hunter by trade. A few months ago a group of kids set out to have an "adventure" on slant-rock isle. None of them returned. Some worried parents set out to the island themselves, they didn't return. The other parents and some relatives hired a rag-tag bunch of mercenaries to find out was going on. They didn't return either, but one of them threw out a message in a bottle, the word "dragon" scrawled on some parchment.
"The group after that probably injured it though, right?" suggests Garza (while he downs the second shot).
Dalton half-frowns at the notion "Possibly, but I wouldn't stake my life on it. Bertie and his crew were professionals, but most of them were green and Bertie always had more pride than sense. If some of the locals hadn't heard a massive "bang" the night Bertie went hunting I'd be wondering if the thing took them all out in an ambush." Dalton narrows his eyes as he gives the newly arrived duo a closer look. "You sure you're up for this?"
The taller one scoffs at the notion. "A couple? Garza, you need to send more people. The dragon's.. wait, let me start from the beginning." The hunter clears his throat and continues. "I'm Dalton, a hunter by trade. A few months ago a group of kids set out to have an "adventure" on slant-rock isle. None of them returned. Some worried parents set out to the island themselves, they didn't return. The other parents and some relatives hired a rag-tag bunch of mercenaries to find out was going on. They didn't return either, but one of them threw out a message in a bottle, the word "dragon" scrawled on some parchment.
"The group after that probably injured it though, right?" suggests Garza (while he downs the second shot).
Dalton half-frowns at the notion "Possibly, but I wouldn't stake my life on it. Bertie and his crew were professionals, but most of them were green and Bertie always had more pride than sense. If some of the locals hadn't heard a massive "bang" the night Bertie went hunting I'd be wondering if the thing took them all out in an ambush." Dalton narrows his eyes as he gives the newly arrived duo a closer look. "You sure you're up for this?"