"All right woman!" he laughed. "Gather round all!"
The others in the inn moved their chairs closer as he began to speak.
"Long ago, when the dragons first appeared, there were those who wanted no part of the critters. They wandered the lands and ended up here. For decades there were no dragons in Suddene. Then, when the Protecive Guild was formed and they began messin with dragon breedin, the dragons came to Suddene. Powerful mages put protective spells on the town. Unfortunately they were corrupt and didn't teach any young uns their craft, so the wards died with them. After the mages died, the wealthiest family in Suddene took control. They hired the PG to make them the most loyal, strongest dragons possible."
"Cavaleris?" one of the younger men asked.
"Aye," replied Ovidius. "But what they didn't realize is that the PG didn't make the critters as strong as they could have."
"How?" the same man asked.
"Because they are warrior dragons," Dally answered without thinking.
Ovidius extended his arm in her direction and smiled. "Exactly. But, they were smart in doing that as well. Dallyah, why is that?"
"Why should a woman know that?" a crotchety old man asked angrily. "She probably learned everything she knows about dragons from a book!"
"Listen here you!" Portia said angrily as she shoved her chair back to the wall and stood."
"Stop!" Ovidius bellowed. He gave a warning glare to Portia, who bowed her head to him and sat. He then turned to the old man and continued angrily. "You, Magnus, should know better than to judge anyone! This woman is Dallyah! YOU WILL SHOW OUR KING'S DAUGHTER THE RESPECT SHE DESERVES!"
The old man blushed, but did not relent. "Oh, so this is Jarod's daughter? So she just gets respect? What has she done to get rid of the PG? What has she done to rid the world of dragons?"
"Nothing." Dallyah replied. "And I will do nothing of the sort. I understand them, which is something you obviously can't comprehend. Dragons are not going anywhere. They are not all evil."
"Pathox isn't evil?" Magnus demanded, slamming his hand on the bar in front of him.
"I don't know yet," Dallyah replied.
"Then what good are you?" Markus replied angrily.
"Better than you will ever know." Dally replied flatly. She rose, and walked up the steps to her room. She heard the inn erupt in shouting behind her, but she didn't care to be part of it. She sighed, and sat on the bed. The sound of fighting from outside drew her attention and she went to the window and opened it. She looked down to see ten people fighting in the streets. Five men, wearing bird masquerade masks and five women, wearing the doll-like masks were fencing in the streets. They all seemed to be of equal ability, so no one had the upper hand. One of the women looked up and saw Dallyah, and then a screech was heard from the far side of town.
"Scatter!" the woman shouted. The women ran to the right, the men to the left. Except one man, who stood looking up at Dally. She stared back. Suddenly, he lept onto her window sill. She jumped back and reached for the dagger on her belt.
"Relax," he said slowly. He removed his mask, revealing a bearded face with a scar on his left cheek, from the corner of his eye to his ear. His brown eyes were very unthreatening. "I am Baumbang, leader of the..."
A blood curdling scream drowned him out, and they both jumped.
"What was that?" Dally said.
"Not sure," Baumbang replied. "But I think we need to find out."