It was a long night at the rusty flagger, barely anyone coming into the bar at this hour. it would be best if you were closing by now like most places, but the owner was a greedy old soul, assuming longer hours means larger profits. most of the other patrons had already left for the night, and you just stare at the door wishing to just be able to leave at a reasonable hour. signing to yourself, you go under the counter to grap a fresh rag to wipe down the bar for the...gods now how many at this point, someone in a long cloak and dark hood was sitting at the bar, nearly scaring the crap out of you.
"I'm wondering if you have any rum or whisky, if you still have some or even open? don't say I've seen many pubs open on til midnight." It hisses as he points to the open sign with the absurd hours scrolled on it. For a split secend, you think you see a forked tongue poking out from his mouth hidden in shadow and something long and heavy wrapping around the stool. This was not Hume or elf, but anyone is a customer.
You pour him a shot or two of hard liquor, getting a better shape of his snout and the razor shape teeth. it even goes to light up a pipe like an average person would, able to see his dragon-slitted pupils in the light of the match. It was one of them lizard beasts, sitting at the bar and not hunting in the swamps far from here.
"Mind if I tell you a story to pass the time and come the nerves...you seem pretty jumpy about something...I hope it's not me." it saids trying to pull out a disarming smile, only to send a chill down my spine. you nod wordlessly for him to go ahead, you only have another few hours left.
"The story of our hero starts not like any you have heard before, they weren't born within the walls of a hume city, deep in the mines of some dwarven's fort, or high in some elf's treehouse. No, they weren't born in a humble swamp to a simple tribe, one of many that were scattered across the land. they would have had a simple life, but the spirits had marked their shell with the patterns of greatness as well as great sorrow." the beast started his tale, getting lost in their words.
"our hero was still just an egg when they were founded in the remains of his tribe, every single man, woman, and hatchling stained. a passing band of travelers found the remains, looting what they can find of value, one of which was a single unbroken egg. The gods had watched over this one while the others were smashed or stolen to be consumed later. The travelers seeing great value in this one egg took it with them, who were they you may ask? well, my warm-blooded friend they were..."
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