The Assault

"A dragon?" Tarqinder asked.

Tarqinder and Mark had been stopped in the market by a stranger.

"I'm Jake by the way."

Jake was not alone, as out of the crowd ran a gnome. Veedi Limstrood had finally caught up with Jake, and was gasping for breath. She leant against the baker's stall, and took in deep breaths.

"Gnomes. They're not built to run like us humans, now what do you say?" Jake asked.

"I'll decide later, for now I need a rest. Me and Mark here have had quite a journey, and I think we could do with a rest. Besides, the Sun is setting, evening is upon us. Do you suggest I cill a dragon in the dark?" Tarqinder asked.

"Oh, but please come! Lives are at stake here! If we live it 'till tomorrow Henry could be dead!" Veedi exclaimed.

"Who is Henry?"

"Head Wizard of the Wizards' Guild in Yanille."

"Ha, Yanille! They stopped funding the Slayers' Union weeks back, one of the reasons it closed down, and now I'm out of a job."

"Maybe they stopped funding you because nearly everyone in Yanille was killed by ogres who have now took control of the whole town apart from the Wizards' Guild!"

"Oh, damn. My apologies if I caused any disrespect, it was certainly not within my intentions."

"So will you help us?"

"Yes, but at sunrise tomorrow, a large warrior such as myself cannot travel across treacherous paths such as those in Gu'Tanoth at night."

"Fine, but you must be prepared by sunrise. We're counting on you."