"Look, I'm telling you that this is an authentic and actual life dragon." The man with a regal disposition was standing with what looked to be a rather ordinary lizard in his hands. The merchant across from him was doing nothing to hide his skepticism. "And I promise you," Richard went on. "That if you continue to try and inflict your outrageous prices on myself and the other good citizens of this city, then I will have no choice but to raise him into a terrifying beast which will inevitably ransack and destroy everyone present."
The merchant drummed his fingers impatiently.
"Which!" Richard added hastily before anyone could say anything else and he turned around to anyone who might be listening in, "I really don't want to do. I'm a people person, always have been. But he's forced my hand!" He turned back to the merchant, his expression grim. "You've forced my hand."
"It's still ten," the merchant answered brusquely.
"Oh fine. But don't think I'll forget this." Reluctantly, Richard slapped down the three coins to get the bit of food that was going to be his lunch today.
A Country Road
A man sat upon a horse. A lizard sat upon a man. They baked beneath the open sun, all up until the moment they would meet someone else along the road. Richard had been expecting this, which is why he had a sword ready at his side. Brigands and bandits and people with unhealthy skin conditions were just the sort of thing you were likely to meet in situations like this. He was ready. His eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared, and he met the other rider with brazen disregard.
"Hello!" Richard smiled warmly and offered a friendly wave. "Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but this is the way to Sunvault, right?"
It was not the way to Sunvault. As it happened, he wasn't even in the right country for Sunvault.
King Richard | Galavant
"Look, I'm telling you that this is an authentic and actual life dragon." The man with a regal disposition was standing with what looked to be a rather ordinary lizard in his hands. The merchant across from him was doing nothing to hide his skepticism. "And I promise you," Richard went on. "That if you continue to try and inflict your outrageous prices on myself and the other good citizens of this city, then I will have no choice but to raise him into a terrifying beast which will inevitably ransack and destroy everyone present."
The merchant drummed his fingers impatiently.
"Which!" Richard added hastily before anyone could say anything else and he turned around to anyone who might be listening in, "I really don't want to do. I'm a people person, always have been. But he's forced my hand!" He turned back to the merchant, his expression grim. "You've forced my hand."
"It's still ten," the merchant answered brusquely.
"Oh fine. But don't think I'll forget this." Reluctantly, Richard slapped down the three coins to get the bit of food that was going to be his lunch today.
A Country Road
A man sat upon a horse. A lizard sat upon a man. They baked beneath the open sun, all up until the moment they would meet someone else along the road. Richard had been expecting this, which is why he had a sword ready at his side. Brigands and bandits and people with unhealthy skin conditions were just the sort of thing you were likely to meet in situations like this. He was ready. His eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared, and he met the other rider with brazen disregard.
"Hello!" Richard smiled warmly and offered a friendly wave. "Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but this is the way to Sunvault, right?"
It was not the way to Sunvault. As it happened, he wasn't even in the right country for Sunvault.