The Green Dragon

[King Alboin]

Morgan? Mooooorrrrrrgan. *snap snap* your dragon's named Ernie? =)

well, he looks hungry, I'll go ask.

*goes back down in the dungeon*

Hey, there Ernie o' boy? yeppers uh huh, there there, that's a nice dragon aren't cha Ernie? huh? Are you hungry, Ernie?

CHOMP


spit me out right this instant, Ernie!!!


pwaaaaah'TUUUUIE -------------------------------------------------> BAM (bounce) pingt pingt pingt pingt

aaaarrrrrrrrrggggghhhhh, right smack up against the STONE wall and then on that old rusty bed of nails. that's gonna leave a mental scar. ={,

Well, I guess that answers my question. You are hungry, arn't cha o' boy?


ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAAARRRRRrrrrrr'er

Nooo, you can not eat my prisoner. I captured her fair and square, and I intend to ransom her for some serious gold. ~as soon as I learn to spell and learn how to write a ransom note, that is =/

rrrrrrrrRRRUOARRRR?

no, not even a little taste. she hast to have all her fingers and toes to fetch a good price.

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

I know there arn't any other prisoners down here, there aint no Dungeon Misstress to put no prisoners down here, yet .. I'll think of something, don't you go worrying your scaley big thorny head about it. I'll go a'shopping.

=)~

*walks up out of dungeon, unties my prisoner, grabs my hat, [notice how the feather is not longer than the Captain's? hmm?] and my scabbord, and my pistols and two tankards full of beer and two meat pies, and heads out the door*

[meanwhile two rooster crows and a cat meow later...]

*kicks in the tavern door, with my prisoner in tow, and pushes a wheelbarrow full of horsemeat, hog lard, coals, the hog, kerosene mystery meat gravy and biscuits, ties up prisoner to a nail nailing a painting of a rendition of Folark's Quarry to the wall, above a nice two seater table and heads down into the dungeon*


BLAMM BLAMM BLAMM waggs Morgan's dragon's tail.

Who's a happy dragon, HMMM? you are Ernie, arn't cha? Yes you are.

*rolls the wheelbarrow within eating range of Ernie, then goes out the rear sally port, and drags in a full rain barrel, set's that up next to the wheel barrow, then heads back up to the tavern*

*grabbs two more tankards of cold draft and sits down at the table my prisoner is tied at. hands her a tankard, and consumes mine, with celerity of purpose*

*while awaiting employer's job application approval, settles down and cleans pistols*