Early the next morning, Wildred woke Connor and reiterated the plan and the agreement. He then sent the man home to tell his sister they were being hunted by dragons, and that they had to flee southwards. The Dragon Hunter then made his own way to the palace, and told the attendant that he needed to speak with the Viceroy with some urgency. The whole affair went much as planned, and with the business concluded the went to hurry Connor on his way.
In the meantime, Runny scouted the hills north of the late forest and found a suitable cave. He then scribbled some instructions in Dwarfish onto a small pieces of parchment and tied the notes onto the legs of two pigeons which he set loose. His labours done he made his way back to the smithy, and sized-up the resources available there. Noting some deficiencies he jotted down some additional orders and set off his last two pigeons.
“Saw the birds leaving,” Wilfred said as he entered the forge.
“Took all four of ’em,” Roundbottom said. “Found a good dragons’ lair though, and we had near ‘nough all we needed here.”
“My visit with the Viceroy went swimmingly,” Wilfred said. “Connor and Annabelle are heading south as we speak, and I am fairly sure we will not see them again.”
“Good, good,” the Dwarf said. “Always best to keep the amateurs at a distance for work like this.”
“I was an amateur when I met you,” Wilfred said with a chuckle.
“A right clever one,” Runny said, “and more true and canny than most human-folk.”
“Why thank you Sir Dwarf,” Wilfred said with a bow.
“None of that,” Runny said in a dismissive tone. “We got work to do.”
And work they did, they made a big show of making flimsy but rather spectacular looking harpoons and lances which they arranged outside the smithy for the benefit of any nosey bystanders. The real work, however, began two days later when three Dwarves arrived with a wagon-load of pyrotechnics. Later that same day a fourth Dwarf arrived with a pony-cart bearing a large barrel with Nordlandic writing on the side.
“Better cover that scribble-up” Runny instructed as three of the newcomers unloaded the barrel.
The following morning, a female Dwarf arrived with a cart loaded with six large glass jars packed in straw.
“Morning Mr. Wilfred,” the She-Dwarf said as she climbed down. “You seen Runny?”
“He’s in the forge,” the Dragon Hunter said with a smile. “How was the journey?”
“Bit rough, glad I bringed an extra jar. These folk need Dwarfs to be laying a road for them, as they have more holes than path I tell ya,” Plucky Roundbottom observed.
Just then Runny stepped from the smithy and embraced Plucky. “How’s me old-girl doing?”
“I don’t know about your old girl, but your gorgeous wife is fine,” she said giving him a thump on the chest.
“Glad to see you, My Lovely,” Runny said. He then turned his attention to Wilfred and said, “Looks like we have everything now. We should be ready to go after them there Dragons in the morrow,” he added for the benefit of two passers-by.