“This was a forest?” Wilfred asked.
“A rather lush one,” the Viceroy said.
“And you say it was five dragons?”
“That is what the forester reported,” the official replied.
“Hmm, it doesn’t look like dragon work,” the Dragon Hunter said with a sceptical tone.
“Well, we heard what you did in Hanon and knew that you were our only hope.”
“I will do what I can, but it’s not going to come cheap,” Wilfred said.
“Whatever it takes,” the Viceroy said.
“What do you think, Runny?” Wilfred said to his associate.
“Well, to tell the truth, it ain’t got the dragon feel to it. But, if the furster say it be dragons, who am I to say counterwise,” the Dwarf replied.
“We will take the job,” Wildred announced, “. . . and it being five or more beasts, we will do it based on there being five.”
The Viceroy and his retinue then departed back to the palace.
“What do you really think?” Wilfred asked.
“Well, not that I’s seen a reality dragon, but this don’t look like the lore. Looks more Wizardish to my eyes,” Runny Roundbottom said scratching his beard.
“I was thinking the same,” Wilfred said with some relief that the Dwarf agreed with him.
“We need to have a tongue-wag with that furster,” Runny said.
“Should I get the Viceroy to send for him?” Wilfred asked.
“No no. That would only get him to spout his same story again. I were thinking just chancing on him at the tavern and loose him up with some ale, then see what he can tell uz,” Runny said tapping the side of his nose.
“Ale it is,” Wilfred said. “Let’s hope there is a Wizard behind this. I don’t fancy facing ‘reality’ dragons.”
Padre (R. V. Mitchell)
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #127