Snow Inn

"Village Chief!!! Village Chief!!!"

"What? Why are you screaming?"

"Ther... There's trouble!!"

"Trouble? What could be so troublesome that you forget we are protected by King Heilder?"

"A... A dragon... There's a dragon at the front gate!!"

"A dragon? So, what? A mere dragon does not frighten me. We have our wonderful King..."

"Oh?" I ask from outside the village chief's house. "No fear at all. I'm surprised." I rip the roof from his house. "So, you are the village chief," I say, looking at the priest from earlier. "Where are my friends?"

"Your friends? Ah, you must be the visitor from earlier. Well, colour me surprised. I never expected you to be a dragon."

"Enough small talk. Answer my question."

"I am sorry, Dragon whose name I know not. As I said earlier, your friends are not here."

"He's lying," screams the little boy.

"Tristan?" asks the village chief. "Where were you? We have been looking for you. Come here," he says spreading his arms and wearing a creepy smile, "I
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